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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 18

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Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: this is essentially a filler chapter to jump into the end of Season 2. But, if you're one of the followers of this story, strap in 'cause shit's about to go down 🫣

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Emergency Family Meeting was what flashed on (Y/N)’s phone at six in the morning. She groaned as the sound bounced off the walls, breaking her from a deep sleep. The brightness from her phone burned her eyes and made her groan as she read Allison’s message.

The last thing she wanted was to be surrounded by Argent hunters. She didn’t want to face her cousin or her grandfather; she didn’t even want to face her own parents. All she wanted to do was sleep. Well, she still had school, and she had to walk Brody, but other than that, she wanted to sleep. It was the only sure way she had to avoid Derek. The more she slept, the less time she had to think. And (Y/N) did not want to be stuck in her head.

“Dude, turn off your phone,” Isaac grumbled from the spot he had taken on her bedroom floor, hugging Brody closer as he turned away from the light. “It’s too early to be awake. We still have two more hours until school starts.”

“Well, it’s not my fault Allison is calling for a family meeting,” (Y/N) sighed, ripping her sheets off her body. "I’m pretty sure it has everything to do with her little revenge arc. She's probably going to tell us to go after Derek and anyone involved with him.”

“Which includes me,” he said. “I don’t think your cousin will take well to knowing you’ve been harboring one of Derek’s betas these last couple of days.”

After everything that had gone down after Lydia’s party, Isaac had been glued to (Y/N)’s side. When he wasn’t in other classes or practice, he’d be standing right beside her, waiting until it was nighttime when he would sneak into her room through the window. He claimed he didn’t want her to be alone—especially after Matt’s body had been found in the river—but she knew the uncertainty he had living with Derek and everything that was happening. The man had all but said you’re all either completely in or to jump ship. Erica and Boyd had turned down (Y/N)’s offer of her home, but Isaac had been quick to agree.

Somehow, (Y/N) had been able to hide a 6’1” teenage werewolf in her bedroom for almost five days without being found out. Granted, the fact that her parents seemed to be out of the house most of the night because of the Kanima helped. They didn’t really question the missing food or the fact that their daughter locked herself in her room the second she got home. Their minds were simply too preoccupied.

“I’m just gonna see what this is about, and I’ll let you know what’s going on,” (Y/N) said as she slipped a hoodie over her head and tied her hair into a ponytail. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born in this family, you know? It’s like craziness follows us.”

“Could be genetic.”

“My biggest fear,” she sighed. “But I’ll see you later, okay? Don’t come out until I’m back.”

“I can go with you,” the boy offered. “Hang out a few blocks away until you’re done. Moral support, you know?”

“I can’t risk having you close, Isaac. I’m not even sure what I’m walking into myself. For all I know, this is the meeting where they reveal my involvement with the pack, and I’m punished by the family.”

“See, that doesn’t make me feel comfortable about you going alone.”

“I’m not gonna be alone,” she shrugged. “My dad will be there and he’s on our side. So, I’ll see you when I get back because I am coming back.”

“Fine. At least I have Brody to keep me company,” he said as he scratched the sleepy dog’s head. “I can keep him if you don’t come back, right?”

“You’re hilarious.”

“I try,” he snickered. “Be careful, Argent.”

“Always am, Lahey.”

After saying a quick goodbye to Isaac and her dog, (Y/N) closed her bedroom door behind her and sped off to her uncle’s house. The place was packed with hunters, both young and old, all preparing to take down the now-infamous Kanima. Anywhere she turned, a leather-clad hunter would meet her gaze. The girl tried her best not to feel intimidated, but their stares bore into her like they knew all of her secrets.

But if they did, they made no sound about it. They nodded their heads and waved at her as she passed them. No one reprimanded her or tried to hold her back from getting to where she needed to be. She was simply the daughter of one of the Argent boys and a hunter in training.

“Ah, (Y/N),” Gerard greeted as she walked down to the basement. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Yeah, well, I do live far from here, and I was sleeping. Mind you, it’s six in the morning on a school day.”

“(Y/N),” her mother reprimanded.

“It’s quite alright, Rebecca. She’s filled with teenage angst and rebellion. I’d be surprised if she didn’t say something out of place.”

“Great. Since we’re finished discussing my teenage behaviors, could you tell me what we’re doing here?” (Y/N) scoffed quietly. “I do have a history test in a few hours.”

“Okay, we’re veering off track here,” Allison interjected. “I’m the one that called this meeting because I need us all to be on the same page about the wolves here.”

“And what page would that be, Ali?”

“Derek Hale is the reason my mother is dead, and he has to pay for what he has done. It’s been a week since she died, and we’re nowhere near to finding him,” she said sternly. The way she spoke about Derek sent shivers down (Y/N)’s spine. There was so much hatred and ire laced with her words that it killed any ounce of sarcasm in the other girl’s brain. “Other than the Kanima, our top priority is to apprehend Derek. If you find him, you bring him back here. Alive. We know he has betas that will protect him at all costs. Just like last Friday, I don’t want to hurt them for being dumb enough to protect their alpha, but we will if the need arises. I will need you to be on high alert. We will be the only ones looking for him. The other hunters will be tasked on Kanima watch, but this case is too personal to leave in their hands.”

(Y/N) wanted to speak up, tell her that the only people she should have been hunting down were their own family. It was their fault and their stupid rules that had killed Victoria. Not Derek or any of the wolves, and they did not deserve the persecution that Allison was instituting. It was an unnecessary witch hunt that she wanted no part in.

As everyone agreed with the game plan, strategizing how to get the big bad wolf, (Y/N) slipped out of the basement. She was unable to keep listening to her family’s ideas to catch someone who was not at fault and how taking innocent lives would be such a breeze since they were simply in the way. Everyone spoke up, saying what way they thought would be best. Everyone but her father. Henry simply sat back and listened as everyone else spoke of killing three teenagers and a young man like they were planning their Thanksgiving dinner.

“Where are you going, (Y/N)?” Allison said. She grabbed (Y/N) by the elbow as the girl started walking down the driveway, turning her around to face each other. “We’re not done yet,” she said.

“It seems to me you all have this perfectly planned out,” she shrugged. “There’s no need for me to sit in on a meeting that could have been an email.”

“What is your problem, (Y/N)? It’s almost like you don’t care about what happened to my mom,” the girl accused. “I know you two were close, but he’s to blame here.”

“I do care, Ali,” she stated. “I’m very sorry that your mother is dead. I can’t imagine the pain you are going through. But it is not Derek’s fault that she took her own life, and planning on hurting or, worse, killing the rest of the pack is honestly unbelievable. Our job is to defend those that can’t defend themselves, not go after innocent people.”

“None of them are innocent,” Allison seethed. “Derek Hale is a killer. And if the rest decide to hide him, then they are complicit in his crime. They are just as guilty as he is.”

“Have you ever even thought why Derek had to bite her? Have you asked yourself why he may have needed to resort to that?”

“What’re you getting on about?” she questioned. “How would you know any of that?”

“I was there, Allison. I was in the room where it all happened,” (Y/N) admitted. “She was close to killing Scott that night, using an airborne form of wolfsbane. Derek fought her to get her away from him. That’s when he bit her. It was their lives or a bite. She got away fine. Her death happened because of the stupid rules this family lives by, where a hunter would rather take their own life than be a wolf. “Now, you can blame them all you want and hunt them down for eternity,” she spat. “But it will never change the fact that it was Victoria’s choice to die that night. No one killed her but the blade in her hand.”

As soon as those words left her mouth, Allison’s hand struck (Y/N)’s cheek with a loud snap, splitting open the still-healing Kanima slashes on her cheek. They dripped warm blood down her skin, mixing with the sting of the hit. But it did not deter her from continuing. “Would you have rather he let Scott die?” she pressed. “Would you have rather she had killed me in the fight instead? Because it’s everyone else’s fault, right? The fact that your mother took her own life is everyone else’s fault. And just because you think you know what’s best doesn’t mean you get to tell everyone what to do.”

“How can you say something like that? If it hadn’t been for Derek, my mother would still be alive,” Allison said through gritted teeth. “Grandpa put me in charge of strategy because he knew I was the best person for the job. I’m actually committed to our family’s work, unlike you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, well, excuse me for not being okay with the murder and unnecessary hunt of our friends. Because I think you’re forgetting who the people you want to hurt are,” Syler pressed. “What if I’m hiding them? Will you kill me too? Will you make sure I don’t get in your way?”

“(Y/N), I wouldn’t…” ‘

“But you would, Allison. You’re being driven by vengeance and retribution, and I will not help you do it. The rules that the hunters live by are warped and do nothing but justify the killings of innocent people. I won’t stand for it.”

“So, what’re you saying? You’re out?”

“Oh, you can absolutely believe I am out,” (Y/N) spat back. “And if you want to turn everyone against me, you can go right ahead. I will make sure to do my absolute hardest to protect my friends from you. You’ll have to kill me yourself if you want to get to any of them.”

(Y/N) turned before Allison could say anything else, mounting her motorcycle and speeding off. Everyone she cared about was at risk because of her family, because of something she had helped do. She knew going against her family could have dire consequences for her, but she couldn’t simply stand by while her own cousin hunted the people she had befriended once upon a time—and some she had made sure to stay clear of. Even if they had supernatural abilities, the girl knew the relentlessness of her family. They had their scent, and they wouldn’t let it go.

As soon as she got home, she ran to her room to find Isaac now asleep on her bed, her dog curled by his feet. He looked calm and peaceful, even, unaware of the danger he was in. (Y/N) wanted to protect him and keep him safe for the first time in a very long time.

(Y/N) slithered onto the bed as softly as she could, trying to take advantage of the forty minutes she still had left until she had to go to school. But as soon as the bed dipped, both Isaac and Brody turned their heads toward the movement. “Hey,” she whispered as she finally settled onto her spot. “Go back to sleep.”

“You’re back already?” Isaac yawned. “What did they say?”

“We can discuss that later,” she dismissed. “You need all the rest you can get, kid.”

“Is it bad?”

“Later, okay? I can’t focus on that right now. I need to dream about the Roman empire before my test.”

(Y/N) walked out of the history classroom feeling content with her performance. Even if she had missed a few questions, she knew she had gotten the majority of the test right. And in the grand scheme of things, she was fine with celebrating that small victory. There might have been a killer lizard boy terrorizing the town controlled by god knows who, her best friend might have been hunted by her family, her situationship might have ended things, and her parents might have hated each other, but at least she knew she got a good grade on her test.

As she turned to the left to head to the cafeteria, she collided straight into someone, sending the book in her hands flying.

“Oh, god, (Y/N),” Stiles’ voice said. “Sorry. I wasn’t looking.”

“It’s fine,” she chuckled as she accepted his outstretched arm. “I wasn’t looking either. We’ve all got a lot on our minds, I guess.”

“You could say that again,” he laughed. But there was something different in the timber of his laughter. It wasn’t bright and cheery—not that she expected any less in a situation like the one they were in. “I feel like I haven’t seen anyone in years. These days…”

“These days have driven everyone apart, it seems—some more than others,” (Y/N) said with a sigh. "I thought I understood interpersonal relationships. Hell, I thought I understood what being family meant. But these past few months have shown me that I don’t know anything.”

“We know less than nothing,” Stiles added. “And these past weeks have taught us that.”

With a shared sigh, a thought popped into (Y/N)’s head. “Do you wanna ditch?”

“Like, school?”

“No, church,” she mocked. “Of course, school.”

“But there’s still half a day left and practice…”

“We’ll be back for lacrosse practice. I know the big game is tomorrow,” she stated. “It’s just a couple of hours and lunch. You can do that, right?”

“I mean, I guess I could.”

“If the principal has anything to say about it, he can bring it up at the next family dinner,” (Y/N) joked. "So, are you in?”

“Fuck it, I’m in.”

The pair of teens used the racket of class change in the hallways to slip out of the front doors. If anyone had noticed, they didn’t care as they ran to the parking lot. But they had not planned where to go. (Y/N) went left as Stiles went right, stopping once they noticed what they had done.

“My Jeep is better,” Stiles whispered. “It fits more people.”

“My bike is faster,” the girl retorted. “And I have an extra helmet.”

“I’m supposed to get on that death trap with you?” Stiles worried. “So, if the Kanina doesn’t get me, your bike will?”

“I’m a better driver on my bike than anyone could be in a car,” she said. “Live a little, Stiles. Who knows when we’ll be gone.”

With a fearful breath and a furrowed brow, Stiles reluctantly followed (Y/N) to her motorcycle. He tightened the straps of his backpack and climbed onto the bike behind the girl. For a second, he felt safe. As he balanced his body on the back of the leather seat, he thought it was fine. Until she roared the bike to life, and it rumbled under him.

“You might want to hold on tight,” she said. “I like to go fast.”

Stiles’ words died in his mouth as she gave the bike gas, and they sprung forward. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist a small scream left his mouth. The boy may have faced murderous lizards and wolves, but nothing could compare to the anxiety of having his life depend on a vehicle with only two wheels and no walls.

But soon into the drive, the boy leaned into the danger. His grip softened, and his fear turned into thrill. The rumble of the road felt different, the wind hitting his body was chilling but welcomed, and he felt like he could breathe. After months of treading water, he felt he could breathe.

Soon enough, they arrived at their destination. Beacon Diner was a staple in the town and a place she started frequenting with Derek up until he had decided to disappear from her life as though he had only been a passing thought.

It was odd to return to the establishment without him. Memories of their first time there came flooding back every time she went there, and that was the first time those memories had made her stomach churn. She had learned as much as she could about him, given an entire portion of her brain and her heart to him, all for Derek to simply discard it all away. But he wouldn’t hold everything in town hostage for her. She wouldn’t let him.

“Oh, (Y/N), nice to see you back,” her usual waitress welcomed her. “Cutting school again, I see.”

“Just taking an impromptu half-day, Molly,” she smiled. “Figured I’d get some early lunch from the best place.”

“Cafeteria food not cutting it?” Molly chuckled as she set menus in front of the teens. “And, hey, that’s weird, no Derek today? Haven’t seen the two of you here in some time.”

“Yeah. No Derek for a while,” (Y/N) managed to blurt out. “He needs some space, I guess.”

“Boys,” Molly playfully scoffed. “Well, then, what can I get started for you two?”

The pair fell into a comfortable silence after they made their order and got their drinks. It was the first time they had ever been by themselves, and they knew they made an odd pair to the naked eye. How could anyone know the trauma that already bonded them in such a short amount of time?

“So, things go south with Derek?” Stiles finally broke the silence after taking a sip of his unnecessary coffee, not really noticing the nonchalant tone of his words until after they had left his mouth. “I mean, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. It’s totally up to you. I don’t mean to pry.”

“It’s okay, Stiles,” she chuckled softly. “It honestly came out of the blue. After the whole thing at the station, he said he had to put some distance between us because he couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t one day turn on him like Allison has turned on Scott and…”

“How Kate turned on him,” Stiles finished. “He really said that?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. Her eyes were trained on the ice of her drink because she knew if she looked at the pity in his eyes, she wouldn’t be able to stop the tears. “I thought we had gotten over that, but I guess he was just waiting for the right moment to use that card.”

“I’m sorry he said that,” the boy offered. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you could ever be like Kate. It might not mean anything coming from me. I know I haven’t known you for too long, and in the short time I knew your aunt, she was trying to kill Scott and me. But you’re nothing like her, (Y/N).”

“It means a lot, Stiles,” the girl smiled. “Especially since I wasn’t that great when I first came here.”

“Yeah, you were a hard pill to swallow,” Stiles chuckled. “But I get why you were like that. Thankfully, it didn’t last long. I like not being the only one who’s default is sarcasm.”

“I guess I got here just in time then,” she laughed. “I just wish I knew what my purpose is here. I mean, I’m basically the odd one out.”

“How so?”

There was a silence between them as their plates were set in front of them, an extra order of fries set between them. Molly told them it was on the house and left with a playful wink toward them. The pair burst out laughing, knowing the insinuation came from a good place.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Stiles mentioned as he popped a handful of fries into his mouth. “Why do you feel like you’re the odd one out?”

“When I came here, everyone already knew their place,” (Y/N) sighed. “And, I don’t know, I just feel like I have no role here. Like I wasn’t meant to stay here for long. Hell, even Derek is the creepy loner. I’m just… there.”

“Oh, god, and you think we have much purpose?” Stiles sputtered. “If it hadn’t been for an accident, Scott would have never been turned, and we’d be just as oblivious to everything as the rest of Beacon Hills. We’re all just winging it, honestly. Whatever we do right, it’s just because we most likely stumbled onto the right answer.”

“But even without the whole werewolf, Kanima, whatever nonsense, you would have still had a life here,” she said. “The only reason I’m here is because my dad wanted to be close to his brother, and the only reason we stayed is… well, I’m honestly not even sure why.”

“Maybe that’s your purpose,” the boy offered. “To find out why you’re here.”

“A journey to find my purpose in life… how absolutely coming-of-age film of me,” she chuckled. “Can’t we just be kids for a day? Jeez.”

“You can say that again,” Stiles laughed as he slumped in his seat. “I could do without the near-death experiences and the constant crippling anxiety.”

“Something tells me we’d still manage to be in similar situations regardless.”

“Something tells me you’re right,” he chuckled sadly. "At least we’re not going through it alone—well, not completely alone.”

“Isaac might not like it—hell, he will probably be jealous that I didn’t ask him to skip with me—but you’ll always have a friend in me, Stiles,” (Y/N) smiled. “I might be new at this whole thing, but I’m still here.”

“Well, likewise. With how things are looking out, we’re all gonna need all the friends we can spare,” he said. “I just want this whole deal to be over with so we can get back to our boring, regular lives.”

“I think that might be too much to ask for,” she laughed. “Maybe let’s just hope the championship tomorrow goes on without a hitch.”

“Now that’s something I can cheers to.”

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Speak | Chapter 26

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

A/N: don't hate me 🫣🫣 Also, please remember the TAGLIST is CLOSED for this story. Tumblr won't allow me to publish the post with any more tags. The best way to know when it's posted is to have my notifs on.

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“Thanks for the ride,” (Y/N) smiled as Paul killed the engine of his truck. “I’m sorry for everything that happened today.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, (Y/N),” he said. “Nothing that happened today is your fault.”

(Y/N) sighed as she heard the words once more, but they didn’t stop the nagging feeling in her chest. Her parents had taught her from a very young age that all actions had consequences—good and bad. Since moving to Forks, she had found herself taking some of the worst ones in her short life. Dating Jacob was at the top of her list, but putting him over everyone, including herself, was her number one regret.

She knew she had been blinded by the fantasy of a childhood crush turning into a storybook romance. She also knew a part of her was still blinded by the love and care she’d held for Jake for most of her life. As horrible the things he had done had been, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Feel sorry for whatever had broken inside him and had festered into such an evil persona. It was that sympathy that kept her from allowing the reckoning he was owed, even if she knew it would one day catch up to him.

“I’m at least sorry I got in the way,” she said, her eyes firmly trained on her hands. “I know I should have just let you deal with Jacob, but…”

“You care what happens to him,” Paul finished. “You don’t have to be sorry for caring, (Y/N). It’s part of who you are, and it’s what makes you a good person.”

“Well, being a good person keeps getting people hurt, so I don’t know how good I can actually be.”

“Hey, don’t do that.” His hand slipped to her chin, forcing her gaze to fall on his. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the stray tear that had fallen down her face. “The only thing you’re guilty of is caring too much, and that will never be a bad thing. What happens to other people because of their actions and their choices has got nothing to do with you. Jacob should be grateful that he had someone that cared for him like you did.”

“Yeah, I cared about him, and you got hurt,” she sniffled as she ran her fingers softly over the bandages on his arm. “You keep getting hurt because of me, and somehow, you’re always the one making me feel better. It’s not fair to you.”

“Technically, only my pride has been hurt,” he chuckled. “And you’re the one that has been getting the brunt of this whole thing. I mean, I don’t think that even your sister went through so many things in so little time.”

“I guess her luck just rubbed off on me,” (Y/N) joked. “I just hope nothing else happens for a while. I’d like to get at least a week off.”

“Let’s start with getting you some rest today,” Paul smiled. “At least that we can do.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “That sounds like a good plan.”

Paul was the first one out of the car, rounding it to open the passenger door for her. He was careful with his every move, afraid that one wrong touch could hurt her more than she already was. The placement of his hands was calculated. One was outstretched to help her jump out of the tall truck, and the other landed on the small of her back as they walked to her front door, a bag of her clothes hanging on his shoulder.

The boy’s heart was hammering against his chest as they reached the entrance. It was the first time they had been there with most things resolved. There weren’t any more secrets lingering in the background, holding their thoughts hostage. There were possibilities now between them. So. Much. Possibility.

“There’s a bloodsucker here,” Paul announced as the door swung open. “Wait here.”

“No,” (Y/N) exhaled before pushing past Paul into the house. “BELLA! Bells, are you here?”

“Stop, (Y/N).” He tried to hold her back, but the younger Swan slipped out of his grip and walked further inside. “We don’t know if the leech is still here.”

“I just need to know that my sister is okay,” she whimpered. “If it’s the vampire from last night…”

“What’s going on?” Bella asked as she peered out of the kitchen. “Why are you yelling?”

“Oh my god!” (Y/N) ran toward her sister and wrapped her arms tightly around her. “Paul said he smelled a vampire, and I thought it could have been Victoria, and I was so worried.”

“Forget about me, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you?” Bella screeched. She pulled the sleeves of the sweater she was wearing up, taking her time to make note of every bandage that covered her sister’s before running her fingers over the scratches on her face. “What happened last night? Charlie told me you stayed over at the Uley’s.”

“A lot happened, Bells,” (Y/N) sighed. She followed her sister to the dining table, smiling as Bella placed a glass of water for her and Paul. “I, uh, broke things off with Jake, which went horribly. Then I had the brilliant idea to run into the woods by myself, where I encountered your friend Victoria.”

“Oh no, (Y/N).”

“Yeah,” she chuckled awkwardly. “She thought that by killing me, she could hurt you before inevitably killing you. She said it was only fair to hurt everyone around you before killing you since the Cullens killed her mate.”

“I can’t believe this, (Y/N),” Bella sniffled. “I could have lost you last night.”

“Paul got to me just in time, though,” the girl smiled softly, placing a comforting hand on Paul’s. ��Jared and Sam ran her off after, back into the water like yesterday morning. Emily took care of my wounds, and I slept over there. But, uh, there’s something else.”

“What is it, (Y/N)? What happened?”

“Last night…” Before (Y/N) could say anything else, footsteps on the stairs caught everyone’s attention. “Is there someone here, Bells?”

“Oh, uh, yes. It’s…”

“Bella?” a broken voice called out, making the older Swan spring from her seat.

Paul and (Y/N) followed the girl toward the voice, coming face-to-face with another girl that anyone would describe as pixie-like. Her golden eyes were hazed over, and her mind seemed a million miles away. But one thing was certain: She was a vampire, and she was in (Y/N)’s home.

The wolf instinctively placed himself in front of his imprint, shielding her from the girl who was his natural-born enemy. It took everything inside him not to phase at that moment, ripping the girl to shreds just for being a vampire. But the thought of (Y/N) getting hurt kept him grounded, anchored to his humanity, and focused solely on her safety.

“What’s wrong, Alice?” Bella worried as she ran toward the trembling Cullen. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Edward,” the vampire whispered.

“Who is this, Bella?” (Y/N) questioned from behind Paul. “Why is she here?’

“Oh, uh, this is Alice,” Bella stammered. She’s Edward’s sister. She’s here because she thought I had, um, offed myself on the cliffs yesterday—she can see the future. But for some reason, she didn’t see you saving me, so she came here, where she found me alive and well.”

“Does that mean the whole family is coming back?” Paul asked through gritted teeth. “The pack needs to know if they are.”

“No. She’s just visiting,” Bella responded before turning back to Alice. “What happened to Edward? What did he do?”

“I don’t… What is he thinking?!”

Bella followed the girl as she frantically searched inside her bag, pulling out a silver phone and dialing numbers faster than the human eye could see. She spoke to a Rosalie on the phone, confirming that Bella was, in fact, alive and that she needed to speak to Carlisle desperately. Alice was frantic and worried, muttering words faster than (Y/N) could understand. The were names she hadn’t heard of and gaps in her story that she didn’t understand.

“Wait, Alice, Carlisle’s back,” Bella interjected. “He called before (Y/N) got here. Jacob was the one that answered.”

“Jacob was here?” (Y/N) mumbled, her words trembling as they came out. “When?”

“Quite a while before you got here,” her sister shrugged. “He told him that Charlie was at the funeral.”

“What exactly did Jacob say, Bella?”

“He said, ‘He’s not here,’ and when Carlisle asked where Charlie was, Jacob said, ‘At the funeral.’” Alice sank to her knees and let out a sound of despair, heartbreaking to anyone who heard. Bella cradled the girl’s face, forcing her to look into her eyes. “What is it, Alice?”

“It wasn’t Carlisle on the phone,” the vampire sighed. “It was Edward, and he thinks you’re dead.”

“Rosalie told him what you saw, didn’t she?”

“In her defense, she did believe it. The family relies on my sight far too much for something that can oftentimes be too unreliable,” Alice said. “But I can’t believe she would go as far as tracking him down to tell him this.”

“When Edward called, he thought it was my funeral Jacob spoke of,” Bella realized. “Well, we can just straighten things out when he calls again. We’ll just tell him that I’m okay.”

Alice seemed at a loss for words when Bella uttered that last sentence. Her eyes flickered like tears wanted to spill out, but nothing happened. Her limbs trembled, and her lip quivered, concern taking over her body.

“I don’t think Edward is gonna call again, Bella,” (Y/N) mumbled. “Isn’t that right, Alice?”

“He believed her,” Alice answered meekly. “He’s going to Italy.”

It took a second for Bella to understand what she meant, and everything came crumbling down on her. “No, he can’t be serious,” she breathed. “He can’t do that. He doesn’t get to do that.”

“His mind is made up.”

“He left! He didn’t want me anymore,” the older Swan exclaimed. “He doesn’t get to do this now. He knew I would die at some point.”

“I don’t think he planned to outlive you by long.”

“So, that’s it? There’s nothing anyone can do? Nothing you can do?”

“Well, there’s one thing that might work, but I don’t think I could ask that of you, Bella,” Alice said, speaking so low that it seemed she only wanted Bella to hear. “If Edward gives into his theatrical tendencies, we might have time to stop his idiotic plan. But I just can’t ask that of you.”

“You mean go to Italy to stop him,” Bella stated. “That’s what you want me to do? Go to Italy and stop the boy that broke my heart from killing himself.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask of you after everything, Bella. And maybe it might be something extreme to ask of you, but it’s the only way I can think of where Edward stays alive. He won’t listen just to me, Bella. You’re the only one he’ll ever stop for.”

“He left me! He doesn’t get to be the one that suffers,” she scoffed. “It’s not that he deserves to die, but he also shouldn’t act like he’s the heartbroken one.”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I thought there was any other way, Bella.”

“What do you think, (Y/N)?” Bella asked, turning to her sister. “What do you think I should do?”

(Y/N) stepped out from behind Paul and took her sister’s outstretched hand. “You still care about him, Bells,” the girl whispered. “I know how much he hurt you, and I’m not saying he deserves a second chance, but if you think he’s worth saving, then maybe you should go.”

“He broke me, (Y/N),” she sobbed. “But I can’t just let him die.”

“Then go, Bella,” (Y/N) said. “Save him, but promise me you’ll give him hell after.”

“What if something happens? What if I miss your birthday? What if it’s not even worth it?”

“Look, Bells. I can’t answer two of those things. But I know that you’d regret not helping,” she answered. “Now, I know Alice here will make sure you’re safe,” the girl stated, boring her gaze into the vampire’s. “Because I’m sure she can guess that if anything happens to you, I will go to the ends of the earth to find her. And I’ll have a wolf by my side.”

“Yes, of course,” Alice stammered quickly, fidgeting in her step as Paul stood taller and straighter. “I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

“See?” (Y/N) smiled. “And we’ll celebrate my birthday when you’re back home. Safe and sound.”

“Oh god, what about Charlie?”

“You’ll leave a note—for him and me so that he doesn’t know I’m involved,” the girl chuckled. “I’ll tell him I found it and try to keep things cool with him. Can’t promise he won’t ground you, but at least he’ll know you’re okay.”

“What about you and your safety? Victoria is still around.”

“She’ll be safe,” Paul interjected. “Charlie, too. I don’t care about the treaty. No other leech is getting near this house.”

“Yeah, because you’ve done such a good job at that,” Alice muttered under her breath.

“Something you wanna say, bloodsucker?”

“Now’s not the time for this war,” (Y/N) said, squeezing Paul’s forearm. “Write that note, Bells. Get your passport, your ID, your phone, and be careful.”

Bella stumbled into the kitchen, searching through the drawers to find a notepad and a pen before running to her room and making a quick bag. She muttered how crazy everything was the whole time she did so, tripping over clothes and shoes at the same time. Meanwhile, Paul stood protectively by (Y/N)’s side, staring down the vampire girl as though she had been the one to attack the girl between them. In his mind, they were all the same, and they were all a threat to (Y/N).

The tension that hung in the air was choking, and it took everything in both supernaturals not to give in to their natural instincts. But it was finally cut when Bella came stumbling down the stairs, a bag draped on her shoulder.

“I’ll be in the car,” Alice announced. “We have to hurry.”

“You’ll be okay, right?” Bella asked her sister as the vampire disappeared through the door. “Tell me to stay, and I will.”

“I know you want to go, Bells,” (Y/N) smiled softly, taking her sister’s hands comfortingly. “Just come back to me alive, okay?”

“I promise,” the older girl said. “Take care of Charlie for me, yeah?”

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

“And you,” Bella said as she stared at Paul, “take care of my sister.”

“She’ll be safe with me.”

The sound of an engine roaring to life cut the moment short, signaling the seconds passing by. “I guess that’s my cue,” Bella said. “I’ll see you when I’m back. I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Bella,” the girl smiled, taking her sister in a tight hug. "Be safe.”

Paul and (Y/N) stood by the door as they watched Bella speed away with Alice. There was an understanding that there was a chance that the older Swan could have very much been flying to her death, but it wasn’t something either of them spoke of out loud. Maybe if they said it, there was a chance it could become reality. So, they remained in silence until there was no sign that a car had been on that street.

In that same silence, (Y/N) closed the front door behind them and found her way to the couch. She didn’t know when it happened, but her eyes closed for a second, and the next, Paul was setting a plate in front of her and heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” (Y/N) croaked out. “You’re leaving?”

“I thought it would have been best to let you rest,” he said as he scratched the back of his neck. “You must be exhausted from everything that’s happened today.”

“I don’t want you to go,” she admitted. “Not yet, at least. Did you eat, too?”

“Yeah. I, uh, helped myself to a sandwich while you slept.”

“Well, that’s good,” she chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean that you can just go without saying anything.”

“I didn’t…”

“It’s okay, Paul,” the girl laughed. “It’s not like you can go too far. Not with Victoria still around.”

“We’ll get her, you know? I don’t want you to worry about that.”

“I know,” (Y/N) smiled. “But it’s still terrifying to know that she’s out there and she wants to hurt me and my family. Seeing what she can do…”

“That should have never happened to you, (Y/N),” Paul worried as he sat beside her. “Knowing that leech was out there, we should have kept a closer eye on you. I wouldn’t blame you if you thought it was my fault.”

“I don’t blame you, Paul. I don’t blame anyone from the pack, either. Other than Jake, you have done nothing wrong.” She took his hand in hers, giving him a smile that could take anyone’s breath away. “You saved me last night, Paul. Hell, you’ve been trying to save me from the very beginning of this. I won’t say that everything that’s happened isn’t absolutely crazy and honestly otherworldly, but it’s most definitely not your fault.”

“Then why do I feel like it is?”

“Because you’re a good person. Because you care. Because you’re exactly the person you’ve always wanted to be,” she assured. It was the first time in a long time that the tears that brimmed on her eyes did not come from pain or sadness. Through it all, she felt happy. “You’re the type of guy you’ve always said I deserved. The kind that helps a seven-year-old hide from her friends in his neighbor’s shed. The kind that gives a little girl a meaningful bracelet 30 minutes after meeting her and waits every year for her to come back. The kind that would rather win me over than take advantage of a supernatural bond. The kind that jumps into freezing water to help me get to shore. That’s who you are, Paul.”

“It’s not who I used to be, though,” he sighed deeply. He wanted to break her gaze, look away from the eyes that were boring into his soul. But he couldn’t. Not when they were filled with a glimmer that he couldn’t break from. “That’s who you know now. What if the guy that everyone hates is who I really am?”

“Is that what you think? That you’re not a good guy?”

“I wasn’t, (Y/N). I was everything people say I was,” he said. His voice trembled as the words spilled from his mouth. Paul was surprised to where the conversation had shifted to, much more after the day they’d had. But he couldn’t stop the sentences as they came. He didn’t want to stop them. “I’ve never had the best role models when it comes to… well, everything. After the divorce, I rarely see my mom, and my dad is almost never at the house—he’s had to work hard as a single parent. Aside from the constant fighting and the separation, if the mix between them was bad, what makes me think that I could be good? I’m literally made up of half of each of them.”

(Y/N) could see the torment in Paul’s eyes, and for the first time, she finally understood. “You are not your parents, Paul,” she replied softly. “We are not our parents. Sure, our genetic makeup is composed of half of theirs, but that makes it an entirely new thing. We make our own choices. We have our own paths to follow. They already chose theirs.”

“You don’t know them, though, (Y/N). It was bad. They were bad.”

“Do you trust me, Paul?” the girl blurted. “Really, trust me.”

“With my life.”

“Then do you trust me when I say that I think you’re a good guy?” (Y/N) smiled. “Do you trust that I think you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met?”

“I just…”

“If you truly trust me, you will believe me,” she said, inching closer to him. The sofa cushion sank between them, and the air around them changed. It wasn’t heavy and charged any more, at least not with angst and despair. There was something else now—something they had both been running from. “You said you trusted me, Paul.”

“I do,” he grinned, meeting her closer and closer as the distance between them shortened. “There’s no one I would trust more.”

“Good,” she smirked, slipping her hands from his to his shoulders. “Because I think you’re a great guy.”

One inch. That was all it would take to satiate the question of how their lips molded against each other. Just one gust of wind would have them seeing fireworks and sparks, igniting an everlasting fire in their chests and the pit of their guts.

Just.

One.

More.

Inch.

But that would have been too easy, and the universe didn’t seem to like to play easy with them.

The sound of a car door slamming startled them apart, stealing the air from their lungs as though they had been caught doing something scandalous. Their skin burned and reddened, and beads of sweat formed quickly on their foreheads.

“Your dad’s here,” Paul said as he cleared his throat, scrambling to sit on the armchair in the corner of the room. “He’s walking up to the door.”

“Well, time to face the music, I guess,” (Y/N) chuckled awkwardly. “Gotta pretend I don’t know that my sister is well on her way to Italy to save her shitty ex.”

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Word Count: 4.4K Warnings: medical procedures, death

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

A/N: goodness me, I know it's been forever since I've updated anything. I've been in a bit of a mental rut and nothing was coming to me, but I'm finishing up a couple of updates so I'll definitely be publishing a few things this week. Also, please don't hate me for updating the less loved Twilight fic. Speak is coming soon 🫣🫣 also also, new character 👀👀

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(Y/N) knew it had been too quiet for too long.

Well, not entirely quiet.

After the encounter with Laurent in the woods, his friend Victoria had shown up. The vampire had gone through hitchhikers in Forks like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. It had the sheriff station in Forks and La Push on high alert. There were too many bodies and not enough explanations—at least none that could be known by the public.

The pack had already doubled their efforts during their patrols, doing all in their power to run the redhead out of their land while protecting the Swan duo in theirs. They had lost sleep and had been overworked for weeks. The vampire had bested them in every move, taunting the pack with her swift and calculated moves.

But the important thing was that Bella was safe, and she seemed to be getting better. At least for the past couple of weeks, she had been better. That’s what (Y/N) thought until she got a call one early March morning.

“What do you mean Bella knows about you?” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth. “And it happened a week ago? Why am I just finding out? I literally talked to her before spring break started.”

“It seems Jacob hinted to the stories she used to hear when she was a kid,” Sam sighed. “Gotta give it to the kid. He really found a workaround the rules. I was gonna tell you as soon as it happened, but you had your exams and everything, so no one wanted to worry you with it.”

“How did she take it? Is everyone okay?”

“Well, Jake and Paul had a little row because Bella blamed us for Jacob keeping his distance from her,” her brother chuckled. “And, well, Paul got a bit mouthy, and Bella ended up slapping him—at least, attempting to—which cause him to get angry and phase. Subsequently Jacob phased to protect her. They’re both fine now and Bella knows everything.”

“And no rules were broken I suppose,” (Y/N) sighed. “But Bella now knows about wolves and vampires and somehow is back in the center of all supernatural danger. Isn’t this all just great?”

“This is gonna sound harsh, but I prefer her being hunted than you, (Y/N),” Sam admitted. “I know we can protect you in our land, but this one is ruthless and relentless. I would hate for her to have your scent.”

“Well, she doesn’t, thankfully,” she said. “Don’t think she even had my description since you killed her friend. But I thought we were gonna be more proactive when sharing information now.”

“I know, but I wanted you to at least pass that test first,” he confessed. “Look at you now, on your first week as a student doctor.”

“I still can’t believe it’s happening,” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I don’t know what spirits are looking out for me, but it’s almost unbelievable that I’ve been able to do any of this. It takes months for Step 1 to be revised and for college credits to go through. But I’m knocking on wood that these miracles keep happening like this. Might just become the youngest doctor in Washington.”

“If there’s anyone who could do it, it had to be my genius sister.”

“Thanks for the flattery, it does me well in the mornings,” she chuckled. “But I do have to get into work soon. So, thank you for this new information. I will call Bella and see how she’s doing after my shift.”

“Alright, sounds good, Dr. Uley.”

“I like how that sounds,” she beamed. “I’ll see you after work. Bye, Sam.”

“Bye, Dr. Uley.”

When (Y/N) entered the hospital that morning, she believed it would be another routine day. A couple of flu cases, possibly some broken bones in the ER, maybe even a more pressing case. But she had not expected to see Harry Clearwater coming through the doors of the emergency room, Sue trailing close behind.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna need you on this one,” Dr. Mollins, the ER attending, called. “Let’s move the patient to Trauma 1. Talk to me.”

“We’ve got a man in his mid to late 50s showing signs of a severe myocardial infarction,” the paramedic said as he pushed the gurney into the building. “He went into cardiac arrest during transport, but we were able to regain sinus rhythm. He was administered two milligrams of epi.”

(Y/N) felt stuck in her spot, her limbs frozen as the familiar faces moved past her. She had seen her fair share of emergencies during her time at the hospital and her past internships. But seeing someone that she knew completely defenseless and unconscious shot ice through her veins.

“Dr. Uley!” Mollins called her again. “I need you here, now!”

“Yes, o-of course,” the young woman stammered as she felt her brain finally jumpstart. She sent Sue an apologetic smile as she walked through the curtain that separated Harry’s room from the rest of the beds. “I’m here.”

As soon as she slid the curtain behind her, (Y/N), Eden Mollins, and a nurse started to examine Harry. His blood was extracted, his pulse and his blood pressure were taken, his lungs were listened to, and his temperature was taken. All the while, the man remained unconscious, and (Y/N) prayed to whatever was out there that he at least opened his eyes.

Every second that passed, the girl’s breath hitched in her throat. All she could do was think back at the summers she would spend in the Clearwaters home, running around with Seth and Leah while Harry watched over them, how he and Billy would gather all the kids around the bonfire to tell them stories about the ancestors, how he watched over her and Sam when her father had decided to disappear from their lives.

“I wanna run an EKG and an Echo on the patient,” Eden instructed. “And call in a CT and a chest MRI. The patient is still unconscious, so…”

“Harry,” (Y/N) choked out. “His name is Harry.”

“Excuse me?”

“The patient’s name is Harry,” she restated. “Harry Clearwater.”

“Do you know the pa… Mr. Clearwater, Uley?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You have to tell me right now if that will impair your treatment of the patient today, Uley,” the doctor said. “I cannot have you freeze like you did.”

“Good,” he nodded. “He seems stable for now, so go out there and get some background from the wife. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright then.”

The doctor slid the curtains open to reveal a teary-eyed Sue. Once he was gone, (Y/N) allowed herself to throw her arms around the woman, wrapping her in a tight, warm hug as she whispered how sorry she was. “What happened, Sue?” she whispered. “What caused this? He seemed fine last week.”

“Oh gods, (Y/N), it was just too much for him,” the woman sniffled. “It was Leah. She phased.”

“W-what? Leah shifted into a wolf? How is that possible?”

“That’s not all. The second Harry was down, Seth phased too,” she added. “He said only boys turned into wolves, (Y/N). How could it be that Leah is one too?”

“I could not tell you, Sue,” (Y/N) breathed. “This is just as new to me as it is to you. But what could have triggered the change in Leah? I don’t get it. Thought there were normally signs.”

“Well, she had been acting out a lot recently, and her body started changing dramatically. I thought she was just being a normal moody teenager and that maybe she was going through a second puberty,” Sue sighed. “But this morning, we were arguing about how horrible her mood swings had been, and she just exploded. One second, my daughter was standing before us. And the next, there was a grey wolf breaking through our couch. The shock sent Harry down. His heart just couldn’t take it—you know he’s always had trouble with it. Then, Seth—poor thing—seeing his father go down got so anxious that he shifted too. I tried calling Sam after I called 911, but Emily told me he was out with his wolves chasing that leech out of the forest. “It was all so sudden, (Y/N),” the woman cried, taking (Y/N)’s offered hand. “She ran out the door with Seth behind and I couldn’t stop them. I had to get Harry to the hospital.”

“Oh, Sue, that’s just horrible,” the girl said. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“Tell me, (Y/N). Is it bad? Is Harry gonna be okay?”

(Y/N) took in a steadying breath as she braced herself to tell one of the people who had essentially raised her that her husband was not showing good signs. How could she speak those words when she didn’t want to believe them herself? “Look, Sue, I can’t lie to you. Things are not looking good,” she explained. “With his age, his pre-existing condition, and the severity of this episode, it’s still too early to tell. We need him to wake up in order to assess the situation fully. If not…”

“I know,” Sue interjected. “I just don’t know what I would do without him.”

“Okay, let’s not go there just yet, Sue,” (Y/N) stammered. “Why don’t you call someone to be with you while we run labs? I wouldn’t want you to be alone right now.”

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N),” she softly smiled. “I already called Charlie and Billy. They’re on their way here already.”

“Good. I’m gonna go check on his labs. If you need anything or need me here, just let one of the nurses know and they’ll page me right back.”

“That’s alright, (Y/N). I know you’re busy.”

When she left the room, (Y/N) finally felt like she could breathe. But there was a nagging in the deepest corners of her head that was telling her that something bad was going to go down. Yet, she wanted to listen to the rational side of her brain. Harry was in the best place to receive treatment if another episode were to happen. She had to trust that they would be able to help him. She simply had to.

The girl busied herself with other patients’ labs and filing anything that kept her as far away from Harry’s results as possible. She couldn’t face another loss so quickly. Not yet. She wasn’t sure if her heart could take it.

During her short life, (Y/N) had faced too many grievances that had forced her to grow up too quickly. Her father had walked out of her life when she was too young, and she needed him the most, forcing her mother to spend too much time at work and too little time at home. Most of the time, it was only Sam and her at home dealing with their schoolwork and food. Then, right as they were learning how to be the dynamic duo, she was accepted at St. Agustine Prep, and she had to learn how to be by herself for the better part of four years. After, she met the man she thought would be her future, and he ripped her heart apart like it hadn’t been fragile to begin with. Sadness was simply a part of (Y/N)’s existence, but she didn’t think there was more she could take.

(Y/N) prayed quietly. She prayed harder than she ever had before in her life. She didn’t know to what exactly, but she prayed.

And yet, the universe rarely played things out in the way she wanted.

The young woman was on her way to greet Billy Black and Charlie Swan when a loud ringing alarm called her attention. It was the soundtrack of despair, the theme song of disappointment, and the last thing (Y/N) wanted to hear. Her legs started moving before she could think twice, setting off for Harry’s room. There, the flatlining sound filled her ears, mixed with Sue’s pleas for help as nurses pulled her aside to allow the doctors to work.

“The patient’s coding, Uley,” Eden called out. “Start compressions. This is your call.”

(Y/N) was already on Harry before Mollins had finished his sentence. Her full attention was on her counts, pressing on his chest like she had been taught to do. One, two, three, four, all the way to thirty before the nurse administered air pumps. Then again, and again.

“Push one milligram of epi,” (Y/N) called out, not stopping her compressions for another three minutes. “Check rhythm.”

As she removed her hands, the screen showed a red line once more, and that pesky sound filled the room again. “Still asystole,” Eden said. “Push another milligram and clear for defib.”

(Y/N) continued her work as sweat formed on her forehead. She pushed into the man’s chest at a steady pace, even when she felt her limbs wanted to give out. Her legs trembled under her, and her heart hammered loudly against her chest, but she couldn’t stop. Even after two defibrillations that yielded no results, the girl kept administering compressions.

“Uley, it’s time to call it,” Mollins whispered softly at the young doctor. “It’s been over thirty minutes.”

“No!” (Y/N) exclaimed. Beads of sweat were falling down her face and mixing with her tears, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Not for Harry. “I’ve gotta keep going!”

“(Y/N),” Eden called her, taking hold of her wrists and forcing her gaze to break from the man. “It’s time to call it.”

“I can’t,” she trembled as she fell onto the doctor. “He can’t…”

But the consistent sound of a flatline killed her words. That was it. Her first patient was gone, and it was someone she had looked up to like a father. Despite all of her efforts, he was gone, and there was nothing else she could do about it.

“Time of death: 1542,” the doctor called to the nurse before turning back to the crumbling girl. “You did everything you could, (Y/N). You did everything right.”

“But he’s gone,” she cried. “He’s gone, and I could’ve done more.”

“No. There was nothing at all that you could have done,” Eden said. "Unfortunately, this is part of the job. We can’t save them all, (Y/N), but you absolutely did everything you could have.”

“I know I can’t save them all, but I needed to save him.”

“Tell you what, I’m gonna break the news to the family right now,” the young man said. “You’re gonna take a second to compose yourself before you go out there, and I want you to take the rest of the day off to rest.”

“I shouldn’t…”

“I know that it’s unconventional, and most doctors would have said that you needed to get used to it,” he added. “But you need this, (Y/N). This case is too personal, and I know it’s gonna take a toll on you.”

“Okay,” she whimpered. “Thank you, Dr. Mollins.”

“I already told you, (Y/N). When we’re off a case, it’s Eden.”

The moment Eden left the room, the silence that filled it was worse than the beeping and the alarms. It was eerie and loaded, and it made (Y/N) feel like it would swallow her at any moment.

Yet, the only other presence there was Harry. His face was covered with a white sheet, shielding his body from everyone. And for that, she was thankful. (Y/N) couldn’t look at his face. She knew her mind would trick her into thinking that he was merely sleeping and that at any moment, he would wake up and say the most unfunny joke she had heard of, but she would have laughed anyway because it would have meant that he was alive.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she whispered to him. “I tried so hard. I hope you know that.”

“He does, honey.” Sue’s voice startled her. Tears stained the woman’s face, but her desperation was gone. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl, smoothing down her hair in a comforting manner. “He knows how hard you fought for him, (Y/N). It was just his time.”

“He was fine just last week,” she sobbed. “I can’t believe he’s just gone now.”

“As long as he is in our memories, he will never truly be gone,” the woman smiled sadly. “But he is with our spirits now, reunited with his ancestors.”

“Harry will never be forgotten that I can promise you, Sue.”

“He really loved you, (Y/N),” Sue mentioned. “He was always so amazed by everything that you were doing. He loved to boast about how far he knew you’d go to literally anyone who would listen. Deep down, he wanted Leah and Sam to work out so we’d be officially family.”

“I’m really gonna miss him, Sue. I wish I had spent more time with him these last few years. And now…”

“Oh, honey, no. Don’t do that,” the woman comforted. “Harry knew how busy you are, how busy you’ve always been. He was just so happy to know you were doing something you loved.”

“May his soul rest easy now,” the girl whimpered before placing a hand on Harry’s. “Until we meet again, Harry.”

(Y/N) excused herself from the room, allowing Sue to have one last moment with Harry. Outside, she acknowledged Charlie and Billy, giving them a sad smile before she disappeared into the doctor’s locker rooms. She couldn’t face another person who was close to Harry, not when she could still feel the beat of his heart under her hands.

Inside the locker room, she allowed herself to break down. She crumpled to the floor, clutching at her chest as every emotion came barreling down on her. There was pain and turmoil, anger and disappointment. But most of all, it was the harrowing sadness that she had been carrying since she was a little girl that draped itself over her, swallowing her completely and dragging her into the darkness.

Until a voice pulled her out. “Hey, hey, Uley,” Eden called as he kneeled in front of her. “Come on, you need to breathe. Take a deep breath.”

“I-I-I c-can’t,” she stammered. Her breath got trapped in her chest, tightening her lungs and making them burn for oxygen.

“Yes, you can. Come on,” he encouraged. “Match my breaths, okay? Come on, in and out.”

Eden took deep breaths, exhaling after holding them for five seconds. His hands found hers, forcing her gaze to snap to his. He continued the breathing exercises until she was finally able to match his pace. Her body stopped shaking, and feeling started returning to her limbs as her sobs quieted down. As weakness took over her, (Y/N) crashed onto Eden’s chest, allowing him to wrap her in a warm and comforting hug.

It was an unexpected embrace that she was more than thankful for. Eden had come to the hospital three months after Carlisle had left to fill the hole left in the emergency department. When (Y/N) had entered and started her clinical rotations, he had been tasked with being her teacher in emergency medicine.

He had not taken to her quickly. From her work as a medical assistant, he had said she was far too young and too inexperienced to be in the hospital. Though he had eaten his words in a short amount of time, he still seemed to hold some sort of disdain for her. At least, that’s what she had thought until that very moment.

“Hey, there you go,” he cooed. “Just keep breathing, okay?”

“Gods,” (Y/N) croaked out. “I’m sorry. I know I should be okay with death, but this…”

“You don’t have to apologize, (Y/N). Never apologize for the emotions you’re feeling,” Eden reassured. “Especially not after losing someone close to you. That is something no one could ever fault you for.”

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” the girl blurted. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but it’s not a secret that you don’t really like me.”

“Why would you think that?” she asked, his tone hinting at being slightly offended. “I don’t think I’ve given any indication of that.”

“Come on, Eden. You’re always giving me dirty looks and have gotten mad at me at any turn this whole week. It’s not hard to decipher that you don’t really enjoy my presence at the hospital.”

“Oh god, no. That has nothing to do with you—at least not directly,” he quickly assured. "I think you’re a brilliant doctor, and I’m honestly so impressed that you’re here at your age. My attitude has more to do with the fact that my parents saw you working here a week after I finally got here, and they were on me because I could have been like you.”

“What, a terrified nineteen-year-old playing at being a doctor?”

“Christ, I didn’t think you’d heard that,” he grimaced. “That came from a really childish place. It’s just that my parents have always pushed me to be the best, much to my detriment. I had the ability to jump a few grades or do dual enrollment like you did, but I wanted the whole high school experience. So, even if I graduated at sixteen and finished my bachelor's in three years, I could have always done better. So, here I am at twenty-five and already an attending, but in comes a nineteen-year-old med student who somehow was able to skip two whole years of med school and had an almost perfect Step 1 score, and suddenly my achievements aren’t good enough anymore. I’m sorry I ever said that. I mean, I’m a grown-ass man caring what my parents think.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled softly. “It just made me want to prove myself even more. I’m kind of used to people underestimating me.”

“Yeah, I quickly learned I shouldn’t have,” he chuckled. “You’re a great doctor, (Y/N), and a great person.”

“Well, thank you,” she beamed. "It honestly means a lot coming from you, especially now.”

“I can promise that was the first and last time I ever underestimate you,” Eden smiled brightly. “Now, you should go home. Your brother just came back.”

“Came back?”

“He arrived when you were down at the CT scan, but he left for an emergency,” the man responded. “He just came back a minute after you left the room.”

At the word emergency, (Y/N) jumped to her feet and ran toward the emergency room, new tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It was a word that held too much weight even before the entire picture was shown. After that morning, the girl could only expect the worst.

Her limbs carried her automatically, her brain not registering where she was going until she crashed into someone. “Is someone else hurt?” she managed to croak out. “Tell me what happened, Sam.”

“Hey, breathe, (Y/N),” her brother instructed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. “No one’s hurt. Okay? It was just an accident.”

“That still doesn’t make things clearer. What accident?”

“Bella sort of jumped or slipped off a high cliff while we were running Victoria all the way up to the Canadian border,” he said. “I had been here for no more than ten minutes when Jared called me and said that Jake had gotten there just in time. She’s fine now. A bit shaken up and cold, but she’s at Billy’s house resting. You don’t have to worry, (Y/N). It’s been handled.”

“So, she almost drowned, and all she’s doing is sleeping it off?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Why didn’t you bring her here? She needs to be checked out!”

“(Y/N), I need you to calm down, okay? She chose not to come, and you shouldn’t be worrying about this. You should be going home and resting, too.”

“But she’s…”

“You’re in no headspace to worry about other people, Bean,” Sam cooed as he smoothed down his sister’s hair. “Go home, kid. Rest up. We’ve got things from here.”

“But…”

“Go home, (Y/N),” Sue interjected, a kind smile softly stretching her face. “All that’s left here is legal mumbo jumbo. You’ve done everything you possibly can.”

“I just feel like I need to help in some way. Either here or with Bella. I just…”

“You can’t help anyone if you don’t take care of yourself, Bean,” her brother interrupted. “I promise we’ve got everything handled here, kid.”

After much insistence and a lot of back-and-forth, (Y/N) finally agreed to take her afternoon off and head back home. But loneliness was quick to follow as soon as she was by herself. It sank its claws into her throat and started a never-ending stream of tears that stained her cheeks. Helplessness gripped her chest, nagging at her mind and reminding her of all the things she couldn’t do.

Before she knew it, the afternoon had slowly shifted into night, and (Y/N)’s eyes had fluttered shut in the hospital parking lot. Now, with less weight in her heart and a tight knot in her neck, she sputtered her truck to life and started her trip back home, where she would most likely repeat the same process all over again.

When she got there, the house was eerily quiet, and the cold seeped into her bones as though winter was still scratching its way to the surface. But she knew why it felt that way, and she knew it would be like that for a long time.

Other than Sue, (Y/N) couldn’t get Seth and Leah out of her head. Not only had they been sprung into the supernatural world in such a dramatic way, but they had also lost their father and had not been able to say goodbye. She wondered if they were scared or angry, if a part of them felt guilty. She knew she did, and she couldn’t imagine how heavy it had to weigh on their own hearts and minds.

She was typing their house number when her house phone suddenly rang in her hand, startling her. “Hello?” she said through the phone.

“(Y/N), hi, it’s uh, Bella,” the Swan girl stammered in her usual fashion. “I heard about… I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks, Bella,” she smiled sadly, swallowing down the knot that threatened to close her throat. “Are you okay? Sam told me what happened this morning.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It was just a horrible accident,” Bella answered quickly. “But I’m fine now. I was actually calling about something else.”

“Oh. Uh, what is it?”

“Do you think you could come over right after the funeral?”

“To your house?” (Y/N) questioned. “Why?”

“I think there’s someone you should see.”

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In the Heat of the Moment MASTERLIST

[the pictures are not mine, simply the edit. MC is art done by InfinitFantasy]

Status: Completed

Summary: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 Epilogue Jake's Version: 5 6 Epilogue

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Bound | Chapter 6

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could’ve hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: I have had 0 inspiration to write, but I've been working on a couple of new things, especially an avatar request that came in last year 👀👀

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Two years had passed since the night that should have been her last, and Rosalie had felt it. Now that she truly had forever to look forward to, it should have felt like the blink of an eye. But she couldn’t help but feel like life had decided just to drag her along.

It had been two years, and she still didn’t feel quite part of the family. She enjoyed Esme’s company and valued Carlisle’s mind, but Edward was worse than a weed that wouldn’t stop growing. No matter how many times you plucked it, it simply grew back. He was irritating and insufferable, and it made Rosalie’s just that much irksome.

They hadn’t been able to remain in Rochester for too long due to the girl’s victims, and he never failed to mention it. It was as though he would find any moment he could to bother her. And his mind-reading powers didn’t help to subside his already massive ego, believing that just because could listen to the thoughts of others that he knew everything.

But he didn’t know the true pain and sadness that lived deep inside Rosalie. If he had, she was sure he’d beg for a way to shut her mind off. There was dread and despair like no other, carried from years long before she had died. It was a darkness that she carried all by herself.

More often than not, Rosalie kept to herself. Other than her sporadic afternoon chats with Esme or Carlisle—often both—she truly didn’t do much else. School didn’t interest her yet, especially not when her only company would be Edward. She’d rather stay home and read. Morning, noon, and night, she was found with a book in her hands. There was nothing else that interested her, not even the Cadillac that had traveled with them all the way from New York.

It had lain untouched in the garage of their Tennessee home, a thick layer of dust covering the baby blue of its lacquer. As much as it tempted her to get her hands dirty and fix it up until it came roaring back to life, Rosalie found that there was no point to it. She would never need another set of wheels in her life—at least, not really.

Even when it came time to feed, Rosalie would prefer her own company. When the other three would go out together to hunt as a family, the blonde remained at the house, waiting for their return. Once they had eaten, then and only then would she go out herself. There were times when Edward would extend the hunting trips just to see how far she would push things, how long she would go while she was hungry. But if he thought she’d ever give in, he was dumber than he looked. No matter how long she had to wait, she would go on her own terms. Clearly, the boy had yet to grasp how stubborn she could be.

Much like she had done before, that morning, Rosalie had escaped into the mountains of Tennessee to find an animal to feed on. The family had just come back from a weekend-long trip that the girl had refused to join once more. Unfortunately, she still had to feed, and the moment they were back, she was gone.

It was a rather cloudy morning in the state, and the mist from the morning felt heavenly on her skin. She breathed in the smell of dew, pine, and soil, reveling in the senses she still had available to her. But as she walked deeper into the woods, the scent transformed and set off the dangerous hunger that she had.

She knew the smell well but had stayed away from its taste since her turning. Iron filled her nostrils, making her stomach rumble with a dizzying need. It blinded her to all reason, and all she desired was the crimson liquid. Rosalie had never taken a drop of blood, but she could imagine how the warm fluid would feel going down her throat, coating her mouth in a flavor unlike anything she had tasted before. She could feel her fangs sinking into soft flesh, her mouth filling with the venom that coursed through her veins. It was a feeling like no other, and it terrified her to how quickly her mind turned to a primal state.

Until she saw where the smell was coming from.

As she came upon the scene before her, all need for the taste of blood vanished, replaced by the need to save the boy she had come upon. There, in the middle of the woods, a man who looked shockingly similar to Henry, Vera’s son, was losing a fight with a black bear. He was on the ground, covered in slashes and bites, blood clinging onto his skin like it was meant to be there. And even as the bear towered over him, claiming his life as its own, the boy kept laughing and taunting it. It seemed if he was going to go down, he’d be doing it on his own terms.

Rosalie knew there was no possible way that the boy being attacked could ever be Henry. The babe had all but celebrated his second birthday, and there was no reason he’d be fully grown and in Tennessee. But she couldn’t help the protective instinct that took over her when she saw the man being attacked. Where she would normally allow life to take on its course, she could not stop herself from getting involved. That boy deserved to live; something deep inside told her so.

Without another thought, she sped out of her hiding place and pounced on the bear, breaking its neck in one swift move before sinking her teeth into its neck. The smell of blood had already made her stomach turn, her mouth salivating like it had never before. Yet, her resolve was stronger than her hunger. She allowed the bear’s warm blood to coat her mouth, satiating the desire for feeding before turning to the battered man.

“I’m dead, aren’t I?” he questioned with a smile on his face. “There’s no way I’d meet an angel on Earth.”

“You’re not dead yet,” she said. “And you won’t really be if I have anything to do with it.”

“An angel in real life,” he muttered. “How great my luck?”

Rosalie took the boy in her arms like he weighed nothing. She sped through the woods with a newfound resilience. He wasn’t Henry, of course not, she kept telling herself. But she had stumbled across him for some reason, and something told her she had to save him.

The smell of his blood taunted her as she sped through the woods to where the Cullens resided. She could feel the warmth seeping through her fingers, coating her skin and her clothes. And though she had satiated her hunger with the bear, she couldn’t help her new nature. But, the look on the boy’s face stopped any urge she may have had.

The brunette had fallen asleep in her arms, possibly due to his blood loss. Still, his heart beat in his chest, and in only a few minutes, she’d be in Carlisle’s office, begging him to save him. Her legs carried her forward until she finally arrived at her destination.

It was Esme who saw her first. She had been tending to the garden when the metallic smell of the boy’s blood hit her nostrils. “What happened?” the woman questioned. “Who is he?”

“I have no idea,” Rosalie responded as they walked toward Carlisle. “I found him trying to fight a bear. Clearly, we know who was winning.”

“Oh, his pulse is very weak,” Esme said. “You’ve brought him to Carlisle.”

“Yes,” the girl stated. “Something tells me he’d want to live.”

There was no other moment than that when Rosalie understood why Carlisle had decided to change her. Minus the belief that she could be someone’s partner, she could finally comprehend his inability to let a life go to waste right in front of him. She knew she could have left the boy to perish at his own stupidity and face the consequences of his actions. But he was right there, and he looked so much like Henry. The girl knew she’d spend her eternity regretting not saving him.

Once Carlisle had agreed, noting the desperation in Rosalie’s eyes, she remained by the door of the room they had put the boy in. For three days and two nights, there was groaning and screaming as the pain from the transition took over his body, freezing every inch of his youth and fixing anything that had dared damage his skin.

Then, on the third night, a perfect-skinned, red-eyed Emmett McCarty—she had finally learned his name— emerged from the room. Rosalie and Carlisle then explained to him about his new existence. He’d taken a second to process the information, but he didn’t grow mad or even think they were mad. Instead, he smiled. He called Rosalie and angel and Carlisle a god. Such a hellish existence could be bearable with people like that on his side. Unlike Rosalie, he didn’t quite mind the vampire life.

Edward took him hunting first, making it a boys’ trip. He’d been reluctant at first, questioning why Ros wouldn’t go with them. But the second he stepped outside and felt the freedom and power of his new abilities, all was forgotten.

Rosalie didn’t mind the rest, though. In the first few days of his new life, Emmett had grown rather doting on the blonde. He’d follow her everywhere, filled with questions and gratitude. At first, she didn’t mind the adoration–she was accustomed to being doted upon. But after the 30th hour of his pleasantries, she couldn’t help but remember all the nice words people in her short life had gifted her. All the compliments and accolades she had acquired from them, and how she had believed every single one. She had believed every single one of them until it drove her to her death. So, the second there was a window of silence, she welcomed it.

In the quiet, the girl felt a surge of inspiration. She headed to the home’s garage and uncovered the beautiful Cadillac that had been buried under a layer of dust for months. It was as perfect as the day Carlisle had brought it home for her. The blue was just as vibrant, the metal perfect and smooth—truly the car of her dreams. The best part? She would be able to bring it back to life with her own two hands.

Once she opened the hood, she was transported to a time when she was happy. She could hear her father telling her which were the parts that made up the car, hear her little brothers running rampant through the yard as her mother ran behind them. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel like she was there.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia took her hostage. Though it was impossible, her lungs felt devoid of air, and her heart felt as though it hammered inside her chest. She slammed the hood closed and covered the vehicle once more. She needed to leave. She needed an escape.

“Is everything alright, Rosalie?” Esme questioned as she came to check the commotion. “What was that noise?”

“Everything is fine,” Rosalie tried to smile. “I just need to take a walk. Empty my mind.”

“Do you want some company? I could…”

“It’s quite alright, Esme. I think I just need some time to myself.”

Before the woman could add anything else, Rosalie was on the move. Even if she spent most of the time alone, she needed to be by herself. It had only been two years since she had last seen her family, and still, their memory was seared into her brain.

She wondered if they had given up on their search and declared her dead. Or maybe they were still putting up posters, hoping one day there would be new information on her whereabouts. She wondered if her brothers had begun dating and if they told those girls about the sister they used to have—maybe they hadn’t even cared to talk about it with their friends. But she held onto the hope that they held her memory fondly, that they missed the girl who would oftentimes tuck them into bed and read them a bedtime story or the girl who quietly taught them about cars when they were much too young to be fiddling with the machines. And how she wished she could still be able to do that.

Now, she could only hope that her parents held them just a little bit closer and didn’t raise them like they had her. They were just as beautiful as her, and they were sure to be able to marry well. But she prayed they were able to simply live and enjoy the fleeting moments that made up their existence. She pleaded for them to grow up to be kind and decent men who held her memory alive.

Knowing her family would one day grow old and pass made her heart hurt. She couldn’t withstand the thought that they’d live an entire life and simply disappear–not that she’d wish for them her immortality. They would be on earth for a moment, and the next, they’d be gone. And she would never know when or from what. That was the curse of her existence. Everyone she knew and loved would one day be gone, and she was meant to live on and on and on and on….

Not seeing her family was the worst part of it all. And that’s all she could think of as she walked back to the house. Night had come and gone, and the sun was starting to peek over the horizon. She hadn’t meant to stay out too late, but time had slipped away as she daydreamed of her past and her family’s future. The girl couldn’t help that her mind had trailed on and on, punishing her with memory after memory of the life she was forced to leave behind.

But one thing kept her afloat: the thought of Vera and Henry living a happy life with a man who truly seemed to adore her. She’d get to live everything they had both dreamed of, even if she wasn’t there to see it. And that was all she could have asked for. If Rosalie wasn’t able to have what she wanted, she was glad Vera did.

The men had returned from their hunt. Carlisle was with Esme in the garden, telling her how it had been a success, but it would take Emmett some time to fully acclimate to their lifestyle. It was to be expected that the newborn vampire would struggle with blood lust–not that Rosalie faced much of that problem.

“Are you feeling better, Rosalie?” Esme asked as the girl neared the house. “You had me quite worried.”

“Much better,” she said. “It’s just what I needed.”

“I saw that you uncovered the Cadillac,” Carlisle mused. “Were you able to work on it?”

“Not this time,” she responded. “I don’t think I’m ready yet to do so.”

“Well, maybe one day.”

“Yes,” she smiled softly. “Maybe one day.”

She walked into the house, crossing a smug-looking Edward but giving him no mind as she headed toward her bedroom. He was the last person she wanted to interact with after the night she’d had–or anytime truly. So, she ignored his wisenheimer gaze and disappeared down the hall.

It didn’t take long to figure out why he wore such a sly expression. Right on her dresser, a crystal vase rested, filled with blooming red roses and dazzling violets. At any given time, she would have swooned at the beautiful bouquet. But that specific arrangement made her blood boil in a way it hadn’t for two years. Anger surged from deep within her core, bubbling to the surface as destructive rage.

Her hands wrapped around the vase as though it weighed no more than a piece of paper and smashed it to the ground, watching it explode into a million glimmering pieces. The crash resounded through the house like clapping thunder, alerting all of the vampires about her ire.

Those flowers represented the worst part of her life and the person who had taken everything from her. Royce had showered her with them the whole time they were courting, and she had grown to despise those otherwise beautiful stems. They brought back every single memory that had soured with time, festering anger and disappointment in her heart. The last thing she wanted was to be gifted another bouquet of roses and violets that reminded someone of her eyes. And the only person who could have ever known how much she hated them was Edward.

But she did not want to give him the satisfaction of a bigger reaction. The smashed antique vase was enough answer to his callous idea of a prank. Instead of chewing his ear off with another loud, angry rant, she remained in her room, sitting by her balcony and dreaming of a time when she was still happy.

Rosalie couldn’t have known how much time had passed before she heard crunching behind her as someone dared to enter her room, and she knew exactly who it was.

“I take it you didn’t like the flowers,” Emmett said, chuckling with every ounce of his boyish charm. “Edward said they were your favorites. I can see now he was just wanting to get a rise out of you.”

“I swear that boy’s only reason for existing is to try my patience,” she scoffed. “But I understand it wasn’t your fault. The flowers are beautiful, truly. They just remind me of some horrible things in my past that I would much rather leave there.”

“Well, then, what flowers could I ever get you?” he mused. “You know if I ever wanted to make you another gift of gratitude that won’t end up shattered on the ground.”

“Any other flower is fine,” she smiled softly. “Except for sunflowers.”

“Another bad memory?”

“No,” she said as she wrapped her arms around herself. “They remind me of the best times in my life. But it’s a flower that can only belong to one person.”

“Can I ask who?”

“You will look at me differently,” she sighed. “It’s not something I’ve truly shared with anyone. And it’s not something I want someone like Edward to know.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we can get away from him really fast,” the boy grinned. “And I promise you there is nothing you can tell me that will ever change what I think about you.”

Rosalie battled with herself. She could feel it in her gut that Emmett was true to his word and that she could trust him. But she had trusted before, and it had ended with her life. Although there was nothing more she could lose, not anymore.

“Alright,” she said as she dug through her bedside table and pulled out a leather journal. “Let’s go.”

The two of them left through the back door of the house and ran into the neighboring woods, getting as far away from Edward’s peering ears as they could. They made sure he had not followed before stopping by a nearby creek and sitting on a boulder. Their ears could only hear a soft stream of water and the chirping of some nearby birds, and they weren’t going to spill her most close-kept secret.

“I’m sure you already know what happened to me and why I ended up a vampire,” she said. Her fingers ran through the notebook's cover, her eyes trained on the carved details rather than the red of Emmett’s eyes. “I trusted the wrong people back then, thinking they were the ones who could give me what I wanted out of life. I never thought I would ever lose any of it. “Royce, my ex-fiancée, used to always bring me roses because of my name. Then, he started giving me violets as well because he said my human eyes reminded him of them,” the blonde explained. “I can’t look or even smell those flowers without remembering what he did to me, Emmett. And, I guess I let that thought slip by with Edward present. That’s why he told you I liked those flowers—to get a reaction out of me.”

“It sounds to me like you don’t really like Edward,” he chuckled. “Am I right?”

“I already spent enough of my life having to stand an egotistical man who thinks he’s better than everyone just because he has some kind of upper hand,” she scoffed. “I’m done pretending I can stand that kind of behavior. Now, I put up with him for Carlisle and Esme’s sake, but I can only take so much of him. He also said I wasn’t his type. And I’m everyone’s type.”

“You certainly are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” the boy smirked. “But what about sunflowers? Why are those special?”

“That’s what might change your opinion of me,” she said meekly, her voice breaking slightly as she gripped the notebook tighter in her hands. “I need you to promise me, Emmett, that even if you hate me after I tell you this, you won’t even let the thought of it slip. I want to trust you with this because I do feel that you’re different. But I need you to promise me that no matter what, you will keep this secret to yourself.”

“I promise, Rosalie,” he stated. “Whatever you tell me right now, I will take to my grave… or, well, my mental grave.”

Rosalie opened her notebook with shaking hands and pulled out two pictures and the scrap of paper she had pulled from her missing poster flyer. She placed them in Emmett’s hands with a soft smile and explained. “That’s Vera,” she said as she pointed at the first paper. “She was my best friend since we were little. Grew up very differently, but we were inseparable. She got married young. Just seventeen. And then she had little Henry,” she smiled as she pointed at the second picture. “They were the closest thing I ever got to the family I had always wanted for myself.”

“And this?” Emmett questioned as he palmed the scrap paper. “There are people here who love her more than sunflowers love the sun. Who wrote that?”

“Vera did,” she smiled sadly. “She published that on my missing person flyer without signing her name. It was the only way we found that we could tell each other we loved one another in public. Does a sunflower love the sun? That’s what we’d say every time we said goodbye to each other.”

“But why wouldn’t you be able to tell her…?” his voice droned on as realization donned on him. “Oh.”

“Yes, Emmett. Oh,” she sighed. “The world has never been kind to us, and we had to find a way to live our lives without people knowing.”

“So, that means you…”

“Yes, Emmett, I like girls,” she confessed. “And you’re the first person I’ve ever said this out loud to. Now, if you look at me differently, if you think I’m just an abomination and you want to be as far away from me as possible, I understand.”

Rosalie was ready for the rejection, the anger, the disgust. It was how others had always reacted when spoken about the topic, and she knew it was always coming. She had come to think those things of herself at some point. She believed she was an abomination, she believed she was sin incarnate. But she was not prepared for a smile and a comforting hand. “That explains why none of my flirting has worked,” he chuckled. “Good to know it wasn’t me.”

“W-what?” she stammered. “You don’t… you don’t mind?”

“Why would I?” the boy responded softly. “I just recently found out that vampires exist, and I turned into one. I think there are stranger things out there, and love ain’t one of them.”

“So, you don’t think there’s something wrong with me? That I’m perverse or that I’m crazy?”

“I could never, Rosalie. I’ve seen girls,” he smirked. “I can understand why you’d like them. I know I do.”

“The only person that has ever reacted that way was Vera, and that’s because she liked girls too,” she smiled. “I never thought I’d meet anyone else like that.”

“Well, now you have someone else who will love you no matter what, Rose,” he smiled. “Obviously, I will only be a friend. But you’ll always have me by your side. You saved my life and gave me a chance to experience life in a completely different way. The least I can do is give you my love and understanding.”

“You know, the only other person that ever knew this thought I was an abomination,” she recalled. “He told me he had taken pity on me when he’d seen us kiss once. I didn’t even know he had seen. We were always so careful. Maybe that’s what got me killed in the end. If it hadn’t…”

“It is not up to you who you love, Rosalie,” Emmett comforted, squeezing her hand softly. “And there is absolutely nothing wrong with who you love. What that man did has no words, and if he wasn’t already dead, I’d have gone up to Rochester and killed him myself. You should be allowed to be with whoever you want.”

“But it’s not the world we live in,” she sighed. “And now I have to go through eternity hiding who I am.”

“Maybe not. Maybe we’ll see a world where you’ll be able to love who you love,” he said. “Isn’t that the beauty of immortality? We’ll be able to see the world around us change.”

“It could get worse.”

“But what if it gets so much better?”

“You’re so optimistic,” she chuckled. “How did you end up this way?”

“I thought I could fight a bear,” he laughed. “But, really, we won’t know about the future until it happens. So, why would we think up the worst?”

“I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”

“It’s better to think that things can get better rather than believing they’ll be worse,” he shrugged. “Now, come here and tell me about Vera and this handsome Henry. He kinda looks like me.”

With a bright smile, she turned to the picture, “Well, she was the person who taught me what love could be.”

And at that moment, by that creek, as she told Emmett all about the girl that had stolen her heart, Rosalie felt herself grow light. If someone else could accept her as she was, then maybe she could do the same for herself. And someday, maybe one day, she’d meet the girl who could love her too.

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Kinktober ⛓️ Day 31

Word Count: 5.6K Paring: Marauders!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Costumes WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, p-in-v sex, semi-public sex

Summary: (Y/N) and Sirius have always had a playful relationship. Something the rest of the Marauders often tease them about. In all honesty, they do have feelings for each other, but can't seem to confess to one another. When Hogwarts announces a masquerade ball for Hallowe'en, each of them get different dates to make the other jealous. Will it work, or will it just drive them apart?

A/N: couldn't get the idea out of my head... so, yeah🫣🫣and, yes I am still trying to finish Kinktober and Ficmas 😅😅

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“You really think Theresa is going to say yes?” (Y/N) teased. “She’s ignored you for the past six years. What makes you think she’ll say yes now?”

“Well, she won’t be able to resist the charm of a masquerade ball during Hallowe’en,” Sirius countered. “No one will know who is who, and I think she’ll appreciate no one knowing she’s there with me. And I can use the night to woe her and win her over.”

“You’ve always been delusional, Sirius,” she laughed. “But this definitely takes the cake.”

“He hasn’t even asked her, and you’re already making fun of him, (Y/N)?” James chuckled as he sat between the two of them on the couch that lived in the Gryffindor common room. “Merlin, you two bicker more than an old married couple.”

“I think they just need to snog and get it over with,” Remus joked. “This much animosity is normally just repressed sexual tension.”

“Hilarious, Moony. But Padfoot here wishes he could snog me,” she said. “Unfortunately, I have something that’s called standards.”

“Oh, you’d be lucky to even get near me, (Y/N),” Sirius countered.

“I’m telling you,” Remus continued. “They just need to just get it out of the way and move on.”

That had been the dynamic between Sirius and (Y/N) since they had met during their first year in the halls of the train. They teased and poked fun at each other, they pushed each other's buttons until one of them broke or the other Marauders stopped them. It was a game they had been playing for years on end, using it to camouflage what was lying beneath the surface.

The only people who knew how the pair truly felt about each other were James and Remus, and they had kept it hidden all those years–even from each other. (Y/N) had confided in Remus, where Sirius had confessed to James after a drunken night visit to the Potter cottage. It was a secret they all carried between each other, but no one dared to admit.

(Y/N) believed confessing her feelings would ruin a friendship she cherished, and Sirius was sure there was no way someone like her would ever want someone like him. So, rather than put each other out of their mutual misery, they danced around their feelings and simply fortified their friendship. And it was something they were planning to do until the end of time.

Yet, that was something Remus and James weren’t going to allow. Even if they didn’t know it, they both had a similar plan to get them together that Halloween night.

It had been a long time since the All Hallow’s Eve Feast had been a ball, and that year, it had been announced that the festivity was going to be a masquerade party. Whispers had traveled quickly regarding costumes and intricate masks, the entire student body excited about the upcoming event.

A party at Hogwarts called for extracurricular activities late in the night. Lessons that weren’t included in their school curriculum. Even if professors were on high alert during those types of nights, it didn’t stop students from getting away with their schemes. They couldn’t be everywhere at all hours of the night, and the Marauders had just the right tool to help the students avoid any problems–it was easy to capitalize on desperation when they had created the map that would track every soul in the school.

“So, what are your plans for the ball, (Y/N)?” Lily asked in the girl’s dorm later that week. “I heard Regulus was looking to ask you to be his date.”

The name made the girl’s heart flutter. She had expected a certain Black brother to have asked her, and he had. It just wasn’t the right one. “I don’t know if I should,” (Y/N) sighed as she draped herself across Lily’s bed. “I mean, I guess he’d be a good date. Just not the one I wanted.”

“Were you still waiting for Sirius to fess up?” the redhead teased. “I heard he asked Theresa.”

“I know, and she said yes,” she whined. “Goes to show how much Lupin actually knows. Oh gods, why did I ever think he could like me back, Lils? I feel like an idiot.”

“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself. You can still go with a respectable Black brother,” Lily offered. “And you can use Regulus to make him jealous.”

“Like he will have his eyes on me,” she scoffed. “He’ll probably be too busy shoving his tongue down your best friend’s throat.”

“Well, with that attitude, he won’t,” the Evans girl smirked. “He might be going to the ball with Theresa, but it doesn’t mean he has to leave with her. We’ll do your hair and your makeup, make sure you’re the most beautiful girl at the party. We’ll get you the most beautiful gown and the most striking mask. And I promise, by the end of the night, he’ll forget Theresa’s name.”

“How can you be sure that he’ll even look at me long enough for that? He’s liked Theresa since first year.”

“Believe me, (Y/N),” she grinned. “He’ll look.”

And so, over the next couple of weeks, Lily set off to find (Y/N) the perfect dress. It had to be striking, command a room, and, most of all, make Sirius regret ever muttering Theresa’s name.

As days passed, (Y/N)’s nerves only grew. Lily wouldn’t tell her a thing and Sirius had seemed to grow cold after she had agreed to be Regulus’ date. It certainly didn’t help when she had Remus telling her he was just jealous of his brother, and all she had to do was give time to time. Her friends seemed to have more faith in Sirius than she did.

He had begun avoiding her everywhere they went, going out of his way to stay as far from her as he could, even changing seats with Remus in their shared classes so he didn’t have to sit next to her. It was infuriating and petrifying to know that all it took was one single party to destroy a years-long friendship. It made her thankful that she had never confessed her true feelings. That was a catastrophe she did not want to know.

On October 31st, everyone was buzzing with excitement. The Great Hall had been decorated since breakfast, and professors had elected to hold only half-day classes to allow everyone enough time to prepare for the night’s festivities. Everyone was overjoyed—everyone but (Y/N).

The girl couldn’t help but feel that her mood had dampened. It had been the longest time she’d passed without even writing to Sirius. She had even considered canceling with Regulus and staying in her dorm room, moping as everyone celebrated. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that Lily would not have allowed it—not when she had a plan.

“I already have everything for you, (Y/N),” Lily had whined. “All you have to do is get to our room.”

“I just don’t see the point in all of this. Sirius clearly hates me so it won’t matter what I look like.”

“The money has already been spent,” the girl said, knowing it was the only reason that would get her friend to change her mind. “Are you really telling me that I spent all of that for nothing?”

“I’ll get my parents to transfer the money. Just don’t make me embarrass myself with him.”

“My darling (Y/N), you are going,” Lily commanded. “Even if it’s just to have fun with your other friends. I need you there.”

“You’ll be there with James. He’ll be perfect company.”

“You’re going,” she smiled. “That’s final.”

“I don’t like it when you’re bossy,” (Y/N) pouted. “You’re a bit scary.”

“Good,” Lily grinned. “Now, let’s get you into this beautiful gown.”

And beautiful it was. It was a garment unlike anything she had ever seen, much less worn. The sparkling red dress hugged her in all the right places, fitting around her like it had been sewn onto her body. The fabric gave the illusion that she was revealing herself while covering her, and the sleeves made her feel delicate and regal. She was the vision of royalty. Had Lily gotten her a tiara, she was sure she would have been mistaken for a princess.

“This is too much,” (Y/N) muttered as she stared at herself in the mirror. “This must have cost a fortune, Lils.”

“That is not what matters,” her friend reprimanded. “How do you feel? Do you like it?”

“Like it? I bloody love it,” she exclaimed. “It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon. And I think it might be threading the line of the modest garment rule.”

“Well, the rules don’t say anything about illusion fabric. You are technically fully covered,” Lily stated. “And what’s a little detention when you look like that?”

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Lils,” she smiled. “It’s perfect.”

“It really is,” the redhead said as she hugged her friend from behind. “Now, let’s finish your hair and makeup to turn you into the true Gryffindor princess.”

The room quickly becomes a mess of clothes and makeup as the girls all readied themselves for the night, all oohing and awing about (Y/N)’s dress. It was set to be the hit of the party. But all she cared about was what one specific boy thought. She would use the mask and the dress as her armor, and she’d suit herself with courage. After that night, she’d either grow closer to Sirius or finally drive them apart.

Once Lily was done with (Y/N), she couldn’t recognize herself. Her gold lace mask highlighted the shimmer on her eyes, complimenting the bold red lip her friend had finished the makeup with. The red and gold accessories were the last touch to Lily’s masterpiece, completing the theme for her work of art. Everyone would know that the Gryffindor princess walked amongst them.

“You’ve truly outdone yourself, Lily,” (Y/N) beamed. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked this good.”

“I’m telling you, if Sirius doesn’t man up, I’m taking you home instead,” the girl teased. “James will just have to get over it. You look ravishing, my darling.”

“You know what, even if he doesn’t, I’m going to enjoy tonight,” she stated. “Maybe I’ll even get a snog in or two.”

“That’s the spirit, my friend,” Lily chuckled. “Now, let’s give everyone something to look at.”

Arm in arm, the two girls left their dorm, knowing they were the only ones left in their tower. They had taken a few minutes extra to get ready to make sure that their late entry would turn heads. The plan was to draw everyone’s attention, and if they were the last ones there, there was no other choice but to look as the closed doors opened.

Regulus and James were waiting outside of the common room door, annoyed already by the Fat Lady’s singing. But the second their eyes landed on the girls, they couldn’t help but think that it was worth the wait.

“(Y/N), you look…”

“Stunning. I know,” Lily smiled as she joined James’ side. “I do good work.”

“I can’t believe it’s really you, (Y/N),” James teased. “I had a bet you’d probably show up in a jumper and jeans.”

“Sorry to say you lost that bet, James,” she grinned. “Might as well live up to the name of Gryffindor princess, right? And you look handsome, Regulus. Very snake-like.”

The boy wore his black hair slicked back, a snake-print mask tied around his head. His party robes were deep forest green with silver lines that made up scales on the jacket. He was fit to look like the prince of Slytherin, the direct opposite of who she was.

“Thank you,” he said with a soft smile. “Shall we get to the ball then?”

“We shall.”

She took the boy’s outstretched arm, placing her hand on the crook of his elbow, and made the journey toward the Great Hall. There, the music was already in full swing, songs, and chatter filling the air.

“Are you ready?” Lily asked as she turned toward her friend. “Everyone’s eyes are gonna be on you.”

“I’m ready,” she smiled. “It’s now or never.”

James and Lily took hold of the doors and pulled them open. The second they did, everything was just as Lily had anticipated. The music kept playing, but all the attention fell on (Y/N); even a spotlight somehow illuminated her the moment the doors opened. No one danced or moved; all they did was whisper and stare in amazement as Regulus led them toward the center of the dance floor. It was time for the traditional waltz, and what better couple to lead it than the best dressed of the night.

As they made their way to the center of the room, (Y/N)’s eyes met grey ones looking right at her. Even with a mask that covered almost his entire face, she could make them out anywhere. His gaze never left hers, even as she danced with Regulus across the floor. He was dancing and talking with Theresa, but his eyes never left her. His stare burned into her, capturing every ounce of her attention. She had done all of this to have him look at her just like that, but as the minutes passed, it became too intense.

Regulus and (Y/N) danced for almost ten songs straight before the boy offered to get them some punch, and Sirius had remained only a few feet away the entire time. Even after Theresa had said she was tired and wanted to sit, he remained close by, going as far as stealing Remus’ date, Sasha Monnet. She wanted to avoid his glare, be in the moment, but she couldn’t. No matter where she looked, there he was.

“I can’t do this,” (Y/N) said to Lily as she got to their table, anxious and out of breath. “I’ve got to… I need to… I’m gonna go.”

“What happened, darling? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t keep pretending, Lils. It’s too much. I can’t do it.”

“Head up to our room then,” the girl offered. “I’ll be by in a bit to help you out. I’ll tell Regulus you weren’t feeling well.”

“Thank you, Lil…” (Y/N) was not able to finish her sentence as she noticed Sirius with Theresa out of the corner of her eye. They were talking; she couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it seemed intense. One second, they were speaking, and the next, the girl had crashed her lips onto his. The scene broke something inside of her (Y/N) didn’t think could be broken, but she knew she could not bear to keep watching. “I’ll see you later, Lils.”

“Oh, darling,” was the last thing the girl heard her friend say before she was dashing out of the Hall and finding a place to catch her breath.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she reached Gregory the Smarmy’s corridor, slipping into the secret passageway for some much-needed privacy. She couldn’t believe that she had deluded herself into thinking that the plan would have worked. Everything was set but for one vital step, and it was that Sirius seemingly did not reciprocate her feelings. That much was clear to her now. All she wanted was to rip the dress from her body, unpin her hair, wash her face, and cry the rest of the night away. She didn’t know why she had been cursed with her feelings, but she would make sure to break them one day. For now, she just wanted to wallow in her pity.

But she wouldn’t be able to do that for long as the passage opened, revealing an out-of-breath Sirius. “Bloody hell, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed. Did you not hear me yelling out your name?”

“Oh, sod off, Sirius,” she seethed, biting back the fresh tears that threatened to spill. “Just leave me alone like you have these past weeks. Clearly, you got what you wanted.”

“What are you talking about, (Y/N)?”

“Please, Sirius, don’t play me for a fool,” the girl scoffed. “Ever since this stupid dance was announced, you have made it your mission to stay away from me. If you didn’t want me around after Theresa agreed to be your date, you could have just told me. Instead, you thought it was best just to push me out. Fine. I get the hint, Sirius. You can go back and enjoy your new girlfriend.”

“Are you seriously that demented?”

“Wow,” she interjected. “Really?”

“You really think this is about Theresa?” Sirius said, his tone full of surprise. “This is about you, (Y/N). It’s always been about you.”

“What are you talking about, Sirius?”

“You’re seriously daft, (Y/N),” he chuckled in amazement. “I only asked Theresa to the ball after you said yes to my own brother. To Regulus, (Y/N).”

“I only did that after Theresa had said you had asked her… and what does it matter? You were always going to ask her.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is, Sirius!” she exclaimed, tears falling down her cheeks. “She’s the only girl you’ve ever talked about since first year. It’s always Theresa this, Theresa that. You finally got your wish. So, please, don’t fault me in this situation.”

“You don’t get it, (Y/N),” he sighed, running his hands across his face in frustration. “Theresa has only been a distraction to the truth. She’s never been the girl I’ve wanted, but she was a good distraction.”

“A distraction from what, Sirius? Just speak clearly for once. No riddles, no beating around the bush. Just tell me.”

“She was a distraction from you, (Y/N). You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted but could never have,” he confessed. “I couldn’t tell you because I knew you didn’t feel the same way, so it became easier to talk about Theresa when really I was talking about you. When I heard you said yes to Regulus, I went mad. I mean, I’ve seen you with other guys, but my own brother? Now, that was too much to handle. Then you walk in looking so bloody exquisite, and you’re on his arm, and all I wanted was to punch the living daylights out of him–more than usual. And I can’t go on like this, (Y/N). I needed you to at least know that I am crazy about you. I always have been.”

“You’ve got to be joking, right?” the girl laughed in disbelief. “This is crazy.”

“What is wrong with you, (Y/N)?” Sirius said, shock evident on his face. “If you don’t feel the same you just had to say that. You didn’t have to make fun of me for it.”

It took (Y/N) a few seconds for her laughter to die down–it was an unfortunate reaction to a surprising admission. And, if she had to admit, serious situations always made her break out in a laugh. “No, it’s not,” she stammered out the last chuckles. “I wasn’t making fun of you. I couldn’t when I’ve felt the same way the entire time. The only reason I agreed to go with Regulus to the ball was because you had asked Theresa, and, if I’m honest, I wanted to make you jealous. Remus had heard that he was going to ask me after Theresa had told Sasha you had asked her, and he thought I could make you mad by going with him. “Then Lily came up with this whole attire to make you see what you were missing,” she continued as she looked over her gown. “And well, it seemed like the perfect plan until a few minutes ago when you were snogging Theresa. I couldn’t handle watching you two, so I ran away. I was sort of on my way to the dorms to wallow in self-pity, but I took a detour to this place.”

“Well, it is the place we hide in when the others get too much,” Sirius smiled softly. He crossed the distance between them, pressing the girl against the cold wall. “So, what I’m hearing is that we’ve been skirting around each other for no reason? I mean, James always told me to go for it, but I never really listened to him.”

“Remus pushed me to do the same, but I didn’t want to ruin what we had,” she admitted before moving her head from the hand that reached for her cheek. “But that doesn’t explain the kiss you just shared with Theresa. If you really liked me, why did you kiss her?”

“She kissed me,” the boy said. She was angry that I hadn’t really paid attention to her since you came into the Hall. Granted, she was right. And when I was in the middle of telling her that I wasn’t interested in her, she decided to kiss me. But I pushed her away, and that’s when I saw you running away. Lily had some choice words about it, and James gave me the map to find you. I promise you, Theresa is the last person wanted to spend tonight with. I guess I wanted to make you jealous, too, and it all backfired.”

“We’re not good at this whole honesty thing, huh?” (Y/N) chuckled. “Next time, promise me we’ll just talk things out.”

“I hope there won’t be a next time of this,” Sirius whispered as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Now that I’ve got you, I’m not planning on letting you go, darling.”

The atmosphere around them had changed. No longer was there an agonizing tension between them. Instead, a hot air engulfed them in the cold corridor, burning something inside them that had been growing for the past six years. “Is that a threat or a promise, Padfoot?” she teased, running her fingers across the canine mask he wore. “A little on the nose, don’t you think, pup?”

“Nothing like what you’re wearing, princess,” he smirked. “Never thought I’d ever get this close to royalty.”

“Well, if you play your cards right, you might just shag your first princess,” she teased. “How about we start with a kiss? I’ve only been waiting for six years.”

“Your wish is my command, your highness,” Sirius grinned. “Now come here.”

Sirius placed his hands on either side of her face and crashed their lips together, ignoring the sting of the mask as it dug into his face. All he cared about was the warm feeling of her mouth on his, the plumpness of her lips, and the minty taste of her tongue. It was everything he had dreamed of and more. He had not expected how perfectly their mouths fit together or how soft the skin of her lips would be, and he’d definitely not expected it ever to happen–not with her.

Their hands explored each other’s bodies through their clothes as their kiss grew more heated, learning every nook and cranny they had devoid themselves from touching for many years. They had always been touchy during their friendship, always finding reasons to hold hands, hug, or simply have a closeness they didn’t share with anyone else. Both of them believed that was as far as they would ever go. Maybe if they had cared for Divination, they would have seen that their futures were meant to intersect as more than just friends.

“Take off my dress already, Si,” she moaned as Sirius’ mouth traveled down her neck. “I don’t wanna wait.”

“The dress is actually doing something for me,” he groaned against her skin. “Ain’t nothing like fucking royalty.”

“Didn’t know you were into costumes, Sirius?” (Y/N) teased as she swallowed another moan. “I’ll keep that in my back pocket.”

“What can I say? I’m really into the whole Beauty and Beast thing,” he chuckled darkly. “And this beast plans to ride this beauty all night long.”

In a swift movement, Sirius flipped the girl over, pressing her chest against the cold stone of the passageway. He kissed his way up and down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin before landing on the softness of her ear. He took the lobe between his teeth, tugging it softly, earning a guttural whine from (Y/N).

“You’re such a tease, Sirius,” she mewled. “Just get on with it.”

“Needy. Aren’t you, princess?” he chuckled between kisses to her shoulders. “Can’t even wait a bloody second.”

“I’ve waited six bloody years, Padfoot. So, no. I can’t wait a second more.”

“How could I ever deny you that?” Sirius grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up to her waist, exposing her entire bottom half. “No underwear? How cheeky, my lady.”

“This gown doesn’t forgive undergarment lines,” she panted. “I wasn’t planning on something like this.”

“Is that why you’re absolutely drenched?” he teased as he knelt behind her. “Because you are dripping, princess.”

Before she could say another word, Sirius attached his mouth to her heat, running his tongue through the length of her cunt. He explored her folds and savored her taste, sighing as she coated his mouth. She was an amortentia potion come to life. If someone had told him that’s what he drank, he would not have corrected them. (Y/N) was intoxicating and every bit the woman he most loved.

He worked her expertly. With the tip of his tongue, he flicked and circled her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. Sirius lapped and sucked, focusing on the tiny bundle of nerves before slipping a finger into her.

“Oh, fuck,” she keened as she met his thrusts. “That feels so fucking good.”

“And to think…”

“Don’t talk,” she interrupted as she pushed his head back onto her core. “Just make me cum.”

He chuckled against her, getting back to work as she commanded. Sirius pistoned his finger at a quick pace, adding another and curling them at the ends as his mouth continued its assault. He thrust into her until he felt her walls clenching around his digits, and her mouth let out a pleasurable wail. As she came down, he drank her like she was the elixir of life. He had been walking a shell of a man until that very moment.

“I need more, Sirius,” she panted. “I need to feel you inside me, now.”

“You really are needy, princess,” he chuckled as he sucked her essence from his fingers. “But who am I to deny you such a pleasant request?”

From behind her, she heard Sirius undo the zipper from his trousers, followed by a tight grip on her left hip. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance at first before running the trail his tongue had. It separated her folds and teased her clit, anticipating what was to come.

“Are you ready, my princess?” he whispered, this time without his usual joking tone. “I wanna make sure you really want this. That you want… me.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but turn at the sound of Sirius’ voice breaking. Even after what she had allowed him to do to her, he still doubted that she wanted him. “Why would you think that I wouldn’t?” she questioned as she cradled his face tenderly. “I thought you understood just how much you mean to me, Si.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’ve made a mistake with me,” he answered meekly. “I may have been jealous, but Regulus might be the best choice for you in the end. I’ve no family, no money, no titles as of now. Your family will be beside themselves if they even hear a whisper that you’re with me.”

“Do you take me for an elitist pure-blood, Sirius? I thought you knew me better than that,” she chastised lovingly. Stray tears had fallen out of the corner of his eyes, which she promptly wiped away with the pad of her thumb. “I could not care any less about status, darling, because I didn’t fall for any of those things. I fell for your intelligence, your charm, your wit, your smile—and, of course, your dazzling good looks. There’s no one on this earth that I want more than I want you, Sirius. And I will prove it.”

She wrapped a hand softly around his length, pumping it slowly as she caressed her slit with the head. “I want you, Sirius,” she moaned. “I want all of you.”

(Y/N) took off her heels to lower her height, sinking into his length. She winced softly at the intrusion, the overwhelming stretch quickly becoming a pleasurable sting. Her arms wrapped around his neck, finding her legs turn to jelly as the feeling overtook her.

“Oh, Merlin,” Sirius groaned as he threw his head back in pleasure. “You feel so perfect around me, princess. So fucking perfect.”

“I think… I think you can move now, Si,” the girl muttered. “I need you to move.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, darling.”

Sirius took back control of the moment, wrapping an arm around her waist and moving his hips to thrust inside her at a slowly increasing pace. He slid into her wetness, slicking his length with her essence and gliding in and out of her as he tasted the skin of her neck. A moan fell out of his throat as (Y/N)’s fingers dug into her hair, pulling at the strands as he continued his attack.

The boy didn’t want to wake if this was simply another one of his very vivid dreams. And if he had been cursed or drank a potion, he’d beg whoever had done so to never again let him live without it. He had everything he had ever wanted in his hands and did not want to know a world in which he did not have it anymore.

He could have never imagined that the girl he had been in love with for the better part of his life actually wanted him back. The Black boy didn’t feel like he deserved someone like (Y/N), and he probably never would. But at that moment, they were equals—just a boy and a girl surrendering themselves to the most natural feeling that could ever grow between them. There were no duties to fulfill, no families to answer to, only them and their emotions.

“I’m close, princess,” he moaned into her ear. “You feel so bloody good.”

“I’m right behind you, darling,” she muttered. “I don’t think I could hold on for much longer.”

“Let yourself go, princess,” he told her as he slid a hand between them and circled her clit with his fingers. She clutched onto him tighter as pleasure spiraled through her body, pulling at his hair like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. “Go on, love, cum for me.”

With a few more strokes and a few more circles, (Y/N) let herself go around Sirius, finding his mouth with her to drown the moaning yell she let out. He tasted of butterbeer and her essence, and she wasn’t sure if the taste was better now or before. But the feeling of warmth that came from him was enough for her not to care. She had spent enough time dreaming of this very moment, and there was nothing that could make that instance less than perfect.

“Oi, ya’ cheeky buggers!” Except for James’ loud mouth from the other side of the passage. “You can keep shagging later, but I need the bloody map.”

Before they could answer, Sirius burst inside the girl, his groan drowned out by (Y/N)’s lips. His fingers dug into her skin, his breath hitching in his chest. “That bloody wanker,” Sirius managed to groan out. “He’s truly got spectacular timing.”

“At least you were able to finish,” she chuckled teasingly. “Looks like Prongs has quite good time estimating powers.”

“He said I could have the map for the rest of the night,” Sirius grumbled as he slid out of (Y/N) with a low groan, already missing her warmth. “We should be enjoying tonight together, not worrying about getting caught.”

“Just think how many nights like these we’ll be able to have now,” she grinned, tenderly caressing his cheek. “Now that we don’t have to pretend that we’re drooling for each other.”

“But how many nights do we get where you’re literally dressed like a princess?” the boy teased. “This is a costume that you won’t recreate again.”

“Tell you what, I might not use this dress for this again,” she grinned, “but any time you want to shag a princess, just let me know. Promise I’ll get a costume from Hogsmeade the next time we’re out.”

“We could always get other costumes, too,” he added sheepishly but dripping with hope. “Just to have diversity, you know?”

“Didn’t take you for liking costume play, darling,” (Y/N) smiled curiously. “I think this might be one of the most interesting things I’ve learned about you. All I ask is that the next costume doesn’t involve masks. I think I’ve lost all feeling in my cheeks from this thing.”

“Unmasked sex? Don’t see why not,” he chuckled before James yelled out once more. “Guess we should go then.”

“Well, we do have dates at the ball we must get back to,” she poked. “Regulus must be wondering where I’ve gone to.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

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“I’m gonna kill him,” Paul seethed, his hand closing into a tight fist. “I don’t care about being a pack brothers or whatever bullshit. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

The boy was enraged. His brain had fogged with ire, and his veins ran hot with unrest. But unlike the anger that overtook him before a shift, this one was cold and calculating. It made his senses sharp, pointed. He wanted vengeance. He wanted payback. Most of all, he wanted to fight in (Y/N)’s honor.

But before he had stepped out of the house, he had no idea he would feel that way.

“We gotta talk to you, Paul,” Jared said, his usual joking aura long gone. “It’s, uh, it’s serious.”

“What happened?”

“It’s something to do with Jake,” he grimaced before continuing, “and (Y/N). About last night.”

“Did the vampire come back?” (Y/N) worried, squeezing Paul’s hand tightly as her heart raced. “Did she attack him?”

“Oh no,” Embry said angrily. “But Paul just might.”

“Why don’t we go outside, Paul?” Sam feted. “(Y/N) can stay here for a bit before you take her back home.”

“No, I wanna know. If it has something to do with Jake and me, I have a right to know.”

“She stays,” the boy said. “No more secrets. We’re doing the honesty thing.”

“Right,” she smiled. “The honesty thing.”

“Okay, then,” the alpha sighed. “But this is a very sensitive topic, and I’m gonna need you to stay levelheaded here, Paul. We’ve had enough tragedies happen, one right after the other. I don’t think we could take one more.”

“You’re scaring me, Sam,” (Y/N) said. “What happened?”

“I’ll let veg tell you since he’s the one that witnessed it.”

The younger wolf stepped in front as Sam motioned him to do so, his cheeks growing red as everyone’s eyes turned to him. What he had to say was not easy; everyone knew that. Jacob was his best friend, and speaking I’ll about him was a betrayal like no other. But if had to be done. Something had to be done.

“Okay, so we’ve all seen firsthand how good Jake is at hiding his thoughts when we’re in wolf form,” Embry started, fiddling with his thumbs to avoid looking directly at anyone. “Like, he’s unnaturally good at this whole wolf stuff.”

“We get it, El. Or best friend is the best at this,” Paul complained. “Get to the point,”

“Yes. Okay. Sorry,” he stammered. “Well, we were out on our shift this morning before the funeral, and I could tell something wasn’t quite right with him when we met up. I just thought he was sad about Harry. But a few minutes into our run, he let a memory slip though, about last night, and what went down with (Y/N) and Victoria.

“After he left Bella at her hip use, he ran back to our side of the woods,” he continued. “That’s where he came upon the vampire and you, (Y/N).”

“No, Embry. Jake wasn’t there,” the girl said confused. “I only saw Victoria and Paul.”

“He was there,” Embry restated, shaking his head. “He saw Victoria attack you and stayed hidden behind some trees. He thought… I shouldn’t.”

“Don’t you dare hold back, Embry,” Paul ordered through gritted teeth. What the hell did Jacob think?”

“Gods, this is horrible,” the younger boy worried. “He thought if (Y/N) got hurt or… or worse, that Bella would seek comfort in him and finally forget about the vampires.”

“You better not be saying what I think you’re saying, Embry.”

“I’m sorry, Paul. But, yes. Jacob thought that if (Y/N) died, it would send Bella right into his arms. So, he hid and watched as Victoria attacked. He left when you were taking her here,” he admitted sheepishly, as though he had been the one to commit the wrongdoing. His face had grown bright red, and she was sure she could see his chest rising and falling at an unnatural pace. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I never thought… I can’t even believe he would do something so despicable.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Paul seethed, his hand closing into a tight fist. “I don’t care about being a pack brothers or whatever bullshit. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“No, you’re not,” (Y/N)said, her voice wavering slightly as she tried her best to hold her composure. It won’t change what he did—or what I guess he didn’t do.”

“He was going to let you die, (Y/N),” Paul whispered softly. “He wanted you to die without getting his hands dirty. There’s no excuse for that.”

“I’m not excusing his behavior. God knows I’ve done enough of that already,” she sighed as she tightened her grip on the hand that had yet to leave hers. “I’m simply just done with Jacob. I don’t wanna hear more of his excuses and warped reasonings. I’m just done.

I never thought I’d say this, but I almost died yesterday,” she chuckled incredulously. “I could have died I could have died because of that vampire last night if it hadn’t been for you. But I also could have died that morning trying to save Bella. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive him, but I sure as hell don’t want anything to do with him right now.”

“I’m not gonna really kill him,” Paul said, his voice softening as his gaze fell onto her eyes. “But he can’t get away without at least a beat down. He’ll heal quickly, unfortunately. I just can’t let him think that everything he’s done to you can go unpunished.”

“It’s really not worth it,” she shrugged. “He’s not worth it.”

“Something has to be done,” he restated. “What are you going to do, Sam?”

“I don’t… this is an unprecedented situation, Paul. He technically hasn’t broken any rules, but I do agree he has to be punished. I’m just not sure what that looks like.”

But though he didn’t say a thing, Sam sent Paul a stare that the boy quickly understood. There was resolution in both of their gazes. Something had to be done, and something would be done. “Keep (Y/N) away,” Paul told his alpha. I’ll be back soon.”

“Wait, where are you going?” (Y/N) questioned as he went to let go of her hand. “Please don’t go pick a fight with him.”

“Just stay here,” he softened. “I’ll be back later to take you home.”

“Paul…”

“I have to go do this, (Y/N),” Paul assured, cradling her face tenderly. I’ve been more than calm when it comes to him. But he’s crossed a line, and I’m not gonna let it stand—not when it means I could have lost you.”

“Fighting with him won’t change anything, Paul,” she continued. “You could get hurt.”

“This is long overdue, (Y/N). And it’s happening.”

Before she could say anything else, Paul kissed her forehead and took off on a run. He sped down the street before anyone could stop him. His limbs took him flying toward the well-known red cabin while he prepared himself for the confrontation of a lifetime.

Paul knew that it was the worst day possible for a reckoning. With Harry Clearwater’s passing, the entire community was down and reeling from a massive loss. Billy Black would definitely be surprised to see him at his house, but not another second could pass where Jacob thought he could get away with what he had done. He would pay for every single action he took against (Y/N). He would pay for even thinking of hurting her. Paul would make sure Jacob regretted the second he had decided to hurt the Swan girl.

Soon enough, the house came into view, and Paul’s blood boiled. Only the living room light was on, and he prayed to the gods that Billy wasn’t home yet. The man had no fault in his son’s wrongdoing, and the last thing he wanted was to cause the chief more heartache. Still, he had to do what needed to be done—what should have been done months before.

Once he reached the front door, his fist pounded on the wood, his voice echoing Jacob’s name loudly and thunderously. Anyone down the street would be able to hear him, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered more than what he was going to do.

“Paul,” Billy said Ashe opened the door. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I need to talk to your son, Billy. And I’m sorry, but this has nothing to do with you.”

“If it’s about Jacob, it has everything to do with me,” the man responded. “What has he done now?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Paul said as he saw Jacob slowly walking toward his father and packmate. “Why don’t you ask Jacob what he was doing last night, Billy?”

The man’s head snapped backward, his eyes falling on the petrified expression on his son’s face. The guilt was plastered on thickly, and it was hard not to notice he had done something bad enough to regret. “What did you do, Jacob?”

“I didn’t do anything,” the boy said. “Why do you think I did something, dad? Shouldn’t you be on my side?”

“I didn’t even know there were dudes to choose from, boy. But your face has done enough to tell me that you have done something. We just have to determine how forgivable it can be. It’s not like you’ve been making the best decisions lately.”

“Should you tell him, or should I?” Paul spat. Either way, everyone’s going to know the truth—even your precious Bella. What do you think she’ll think about you once she knows what you did?”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her.”

“Jacob!” Billy exclaimed. “I demand you tell me right now what Paul is talking about. I’ve had enough heartache today, and I do not want to add to the distaste. You tell me right now, Jacob.”

“It’s not what you think, dad,” Jake groveled. “He’s just blowing things out of proportion. I swear on mom’s grave, I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t you dare do that, son. Do not tarnish your mother’s resting place in that way.”

“Tell him, Jacob,” Paul pushed. “Tell him what could’ve happened to (Y/N) last night if it had been up to you.”

At the sound of the girl’s name, Billy’s eyes went wide. He understood that the dispute was regarding the girl, but the more Paul pushed, the worse he knew his son had acted. With the confirmation that it involved (Y/N), he was becoming resolute that Jake may have done something unforgivable. “Jacob, if there is any chance for forgiveness, you better come clean now.”

“I don’t… I didn’t…”

“What? Vamp got your tongue, Jake?”

“Shut up, Paul.”

“Tell him, Jake. Tell your dad what you were gonna let happen last night.”

The second Paul disappeared down the road, (Y/N) went into a frenzy. She begged Sam to stop him and told Jared to go after him, but no one would budge. They all told her it simply had to be done. Whatever went down between the two boys had to happen.

But (Y/N) couldn’t fathom either of them getting hurt because of her. Sure, Jacob deserved a little pain, but she couldn’t help wishing no ill will toward him. Even if he had been an absolute monster the past three months, he had still been her friend for many years before that, and a part of her would always worry for that boy she knew.

As for Paul, worry was laced into every thought of him. She didn’t even want to imagine what harm could come to him at Jacob's hands, especially because of her. Her head was a mess, and her feelings were all jumbled, but she was sure that the last thing she wanted was for Paul to get hurt.

The second she had found Paul’s keys—the purple bracelet giving them away—she snatched them from the table and ran outside, but Sam and Jared were quick to block her way. “Let me through,” she said. “I need to stop this.”

“They need to do this, (Y/N),” Sam said. “The only thing you’re going to do by going there is get hurt. You’ve already had enough of that.”

“I can’t just sit by and let them hurt each other, Sam,” she exclaimed. “They are two of the most stubborn people I have ever met. This could easily end in blood.”

“They’ll heal,” Jared retorted. “It’s like Paul said, (Y/N). This has been a long time coming.”

“I don’t think you really understand what’s happening,” Embry interjected as he joined the other boys. “Jacob was ready to let you die last night, (Y/N). He would have committed one of the betrayals a pack brother can do, and that’s harming an imprint.”

“This is just another stupid mistake that Jacob made,” Sam continued. “This was a calculated decision that could have ended badly.”

“You’re their alpha, Sam. You’re supposed to make sure things like these don’t happen between them.”

“Right now, I have bigger things to deal with than those two,” he sighed. “I can’t tell you what to do, (Y/N). If you wanna go, then go. But I’m telling you, this is gonna happen whether you want it to or not.”

“I have to do what I can,” she responded as she jumped into the driver’s seat of Paul’s truck. “Before they do something they might regret.”

“I’ll go with her,” Embry offered. “If things get too out of hand, I can get in the middle.”

“Fine,” Sam relented, knowing there was nothing he could do to drop (Y/N). “Just make sure she doesn’t get close to them.”

“I will,” Embry assured, slipping into the truck. "She won’t get hurt.”

In a matter of seconds, (Y/N) was speeding down the road and heading toward the red cabin, praying to whatever was out there that the two boys had kept their cool for long enough. She knew everyone was reeling. Not just because of what had happened to her but because Harry Clearwater had passed. It was a moment of high levels of stress and a fight was the last thing anyone needed.

(Y/N) didn’t really understand her need to protect them both. At least not completely. She should have wanted the vindication that came from someone finally putting Jacob in his place, but there was a part of her, a small part, that simply wanted to move on and forget that part of her life. But there was still the part that wanted the boy she had loved to be safe. No amount of retaliation would ever replace everything she had already given him.

At the Black residence, Billy, Jacob, and Paul were engaged in a heated argument. (Y/N) couldn’t hear it, but she knew what it was. Before giving it another thought, she jumped out of the truck and ran toward them, ignoring the searing pain that shot through her ankle and Embry yelling her name.

“Tell him, Jake,” Paul said, his gaze burning a hole in Jake’s head. “Tell your dad what you were gonna let happen last night.”

“Don’t,” (Y/N) blurted before she could stop herself. “It won’t do anyone any good.”

“(Y/N), look at the state of you,” Billy gasped. Her arms were covered in cuts and bruises, and her neck sported a darkening bruise in the shape of a hand. The man took in every visible wound before turning his head toward his son. “Did you do this, Jacob? Did you hurt (Y/N)?”

“No! What the hell, dad?!” he questioned defensively. “How could you think that?”

“But you could have prevented it,” Paul seethed. “But you didn’t want to, did you, Jake?”

“You better tell me the truth this instant, boy,” the older man fumed. “I’ve had just about enough of your excuses. What happened last night, Jacob?”

“I-I-I…”

“Speak up!”

“I almost died,” (Y/N) responded quickly. “Last night, the vampire that’s been hunting Bella found me, and she almost killed me. Left me with some pretty nasty wounds as a reminder.”

“And what about Jacob, (Y/N)? Please just tell me.”

“He didn’t… I didn’t…”

“He saw her long before we did,” Paul said, anger spewing from every word he spoke. “He saw her with the bloodsucker, and he was going to let her die. All because he wanted Bella to run back to him. Your son was going to let (Y/N) die so that her sister was so heartbroken she would find solace in him.”

“That’s not true, dad!” Jacob defended. “How could you say that?”

“It is true,” Embry sheepishly interjected. “You let the memory slip this morning during our shift. You saw everything that the vampire was doing, and you did nothing. You wanted her to die, Jake.”

“What the fuck, Em? You’re supposed to be my friend.”

“I’m not going to lie for you, Jake,” the boy assured. “Not when it comes to someone’s life.”

Jacob took a step closer to Embry, anger clear on his features, but his father rolled into his path, his face matching in anger. “You were going to let her die, Jacob?” Billy interjected. “Do you have any idea how deplorable that is? And to someone you supposedly loved once upon a time.”

“Dad, it wasn’t like that,” he whined. “They’re blowing things out of proportion. I just… I froze.”

“You didn’t, Jake,” Embry corrected. “I heard your thoughts, and they were unforgivable.”

“Shut up, Embry!” Jacob raised his fist, headed straight for his friend’s face, but Paul’s hand stopped it. The older boy pushed him back, making him stumble in his step. “You don’t want to pick another fight with me, Paul. Remember how the last one ended?”

And how could he not remember? He had reeled from the pain for weeks, knowing that not only had he hurt (Y/N) but that she was back in Jacob’s arms. But this time was different. Paul was different, and so was she. He had finally said the truth, and she had heard it. All they needed now was time and maybe a dash of retaliation.

“Don’t push your luck, Jacob,” Paul said through gritted teeth as he squared up with the boy. “The only reason I haven’t bashed your head in is because (Y/N) doesn’t want me to hurt you.”

“Look at that,” he snickered before whispering so low only Paul could have heard it, “even after all I’ve done, she cares more about my well-being than even her own.”

That did it. Paul’s hand recoiled before colliding with a loud snap with Jacob’s jaw. The hit made the younger boy lose his balance, and he tumbled to the ground with a surprised expression. But it didn’t take long before he was up again and lunging for Paul. There were punches thrown, kicks, drags, and pushes. Every collision of limbs resounded across the yard, thundering into the woods beyond. It was a messily choreographed dance where both boys were fighting for dominance. Well, Paul was fighting for something he knew mattered much more than a measly win. He was fighting for (Y/N) and everything she had lost because of Jake.

But (Y/N) could not handle the scene unfolding before her. Where the boys were focused on besting the other, all the girl could see was the forming red marks, the dripping blood, and the shredded clothes. All she could see was hurt and pain and everything she was tired of experiencing. She begged for them to stop, her voice growing hoarse as they continued to tumble farther away. She tried to run after them, but both Embry and Billy stopped her.

“It’s your son, Billy,” (Y/N) cried. “Aren’t you gonna do something about it?”

“You have too forgiving a soul, dear (Y/N),” he said sternly. “That boy needs a firm punishment that only Paul can impart. This needs to happen. My son has made his choices, however despicable they may be, and he had to face his consequences.”

“But I’m fine. I’m here. I’m alive,” she exclaimed. “They’re just gonna get hurt. You have to stop them, Billy.”

“I cannot, (Y/N). They’ll stop when they need to,” he shrugged as he took the girl’s hand in his. “But this must happen. This is the reckoning he had won for himself. Maybe Paul will finally knock some sense into that boy, and I’ll get back the son I knew.”

“But…”

“Let it go, (Y/N),” Embry said. “This is happening. They’ll fight, get hurt, and heal.”

Before her very eyes, the brawling boys transformed into massive wolves, ripping away their clothes and their skin. They snarled and nipped, trying their best to instill the deepest wound. One second, Jacob was dominating, bashing the other wolf into the ground. He growled and bit his back leg, trying his hardest to end the attack. But the next, it was Paul who was pouncing on the russet-brown wolf, dragging him through the grass by his scruff. Jake thrashed and barked, his limbs thrashing as he tried to break free. Their furs matted together with crimson red stains, signaling every part their teeth had been able to sink into.

But (Y/N) was restless. As she watched the boys hurl each other across the ground, she couldn’t keep still. She could not simply stand there and watch as they continued to hurt each other for her sake.

The girl slipped out of Billy’s grip and ignored his calls as she ran toward the animals. “Stop!” she cried out. “Just stop! It’s enough!”

Paul’s head snapped toward her, worry evident in his wolf’s eyes because of her closeness. He whined toward her, begging her to go back to safety, but she didn’t budge. At that moment, as the silver-furred wolf turned his entire attention to (Y/N), Jacob sprung from the ground and pounced on the boy, sinking his fangs into Paul’s shoulder.

“No!” (Y/N) shrieked as Paul wailed a painful howl. “Let him go!”

Yet all Jacob did was bite down harder, making it impossible for Paul to move. He held the older boy’s leg in his mouth, allowing the red liquid to stain his fur, growling as he stared at the girl. But his victory did not last long as a grey wolf jumped from behind her and crashed his head into Jacob’s ribs, knocking the wind out of him and making him release Paul.

As soon as he was free, the silver canine slowly transitioned back into a human, revealing a curled-up and pained Paul Lahote. (Y/N) quickly ran toward the boy, taking her jacket off and draping it across his legs, tears quickly falling from her eyes. “Oh god, Paul,” she sobbed, pressing a hand on his oozing wound. “What do I do? What can I do?”

Her hand came up red and drenched in blood, making her shudder. “I’m fine,” Paul groaned as he struggled to get up. “Well, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re bleeding, Paul. Because of me,” she said. “This is the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N),” he smiled, his eyes softening as they landed on hers. “And it’ll take time, but I’ll heal.”

“I should have listened. I should have stayed away. I…”

“I knew what I was doing, (Y/N),” he said. His unharmed hand reached up to cradle her cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. “And I would have done it a million times again because you deserve someone that would fight for you.”

“I’d rather have you be okay,” she whimpered, leaning into the warmth of his touch. “We gotta get you inside and clean that wound up. Why isn’t it healing fast?”

“Wounds by other supernaturals take a bit longer to heal,” he replied. “And I can’t really go inside right now.”

“You can’t stay here either, Paul,” she argued. “Embry already took Jake away into the woods. The fight is over.”

“Yeah, but I’m also naked under this tiny jacket, and I’m not sure I wanna expose myself just yet.”

Before (Y/N) could say anything else—not that her beet-red cheeks hadn’t said enough—Billy rolled down the pathway, a blanket, and a towel on his lap. “Wrap the towel around his shoulder, (Y/N),” he instructed. “I’ll give you some clothes once we’re inside.”

The girl did as instructed before helping Paul to his feet. The sheet dragged across the ground and barely covered his chest, and pain shot through every part of his body. He could feel every scratch and bite across his limbs stinging as blood rushed to them, his body working overtime to heal. (Y/N) draped his healthy arm across her shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist, trying her best to keep him steady. She barely reached his chin, but he’d be damned if he didn’t revel in her touch.

Once inside, she didn’t allow him to move another muscle. She fetched the clothes Billy told her to get and got the first aid kit from the bathroom while he dressed. In the kitchen, she got a bowl of warm water and a cloth before carefully washing away the blood from his visible wounds. She worked quickly and quietly, her brow furrowed in concentration, all of her attention focused on the task.

But it was the tears that glimmered in the corners of her eyes that captured Paul’s attention. “Hey, hey, why are you crying, pretty girl?” he cooed softly as he cradled her face. “Those tears better not be because of me.”

“I can’t help it,” she sighed as she finished wrapping his shoulder. “If I hadn’t distracted you, Jake wouldn’t have bit you. I just wanted you guys to stop.”

“Hey, that wasn’t on you, (Y/N),” Paul responded softly. This was a sanctioned fight that I was not going to turn down. I’ve never liked Jacob, but I never really had a motive to beat him up. He got one dirty move in, but I pulled my own with him. He’s going to have some wounds of his own to heal.”

“None of this should’ve happened, Paul,” she sniffled. “If I hadn’t pushed you away, this wouldn’t have happened. If I had just left Jake when I needed to, this wouldn’t have happened. I made so many wrong decisions that ended up here, and if I had made them, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Don’t do that, (Y/N). Don’t put this on yourself,” he assured. Even through the pain, he raised his other hand to cradle the other side of her face, using his thumbs to wipe away every stream of tears that fell. “I’m the one that could have prevented all of this. I should have told you everything from the very beginning, but I waited until it was too late. If anyone is at fault, it’s me.”

“I don’t think I would have believed you,” she smiled as she closed her eyes to sink into his touch, reveling in the closeness and thankful for their safety. “I barely believed Bella until I saw you guys turn into wolves. And I was too blinded by Jacob to believe anything else.”

“It still doesn’t make any of this your fault. We all made decisions that had consequences, good and bad. Let’s just agree is not one’s fault.”

“But…”

“No one’s at fault, (Y/N),” he smiled. “No one.”

Their eyes met and bore into one another, finding a glimmer they had not seen in a while. There was a sense of déjà vu that floated between them as they were taken back to the moment (Y/N) had been hurt herself and Paul had been the one to clean and wrap her wounds. They had been that close, the moment had been that intense, their feelings had been that undisclosed. But there was one distinct difference. There was no Jacob in the way.

Just as it had happened before, neither of them knew who had leaned in first, but in a matter of seconds, their faces had breached the distance between each other. Their noses were grazing each other, and their breaths caressed each other’s skin, but neither made the final move. All they had to do was get closer. Just one slip and…

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Billy interrupted. “But could I have a moment with Paul? I just want to talk to him before he takes you home. I think it’s best you finally rest.”

“Oh, of course,” she muttered. “I’ll be in the living room.”

Once she was out of the room, Billy settled beside Paul, a warm smile stretched across his mouth. “I’m sorry for interrupting,” he chuckled softly. “But you must know I am very protective of (Y/N). I may have been lenient and patient with my own son—something I will regret for a long time—but I still care for her quite deeply.”

“I wouldn’t hurt her, Billy,” the boy assured. “I wouldn’t ever hurt her, not willingly.”

“I know that. Don’t worry, kid,” he smiled. "I just wanted to thank you—for today, I mean.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a father thank me for beating his son up.”

“Well, normally I wouldn’t, but that boy had long slipped from my hands, and I haven’t been as strict as I should have,” the man sighed. “He needed a reality check, and I know no better person to give it than you. What he did last night is not only unforgivable, it’s immoral and appalling. If his mother could see him now… let’s just say she’d be quite disappointed. I don’t know where I went wrong with him.”

“Can’t say it’s on you. Jake’s delusion is all him.”

“Still, I apologize for everything he has done,” Billy reaffirmed. “I’ve always been quite protective of (Y/N), and I thought she’d be safe with Jake. Unfortunately, I was wrong. But I certainly wasn’t expecting you to be the one to look out for her. Still, I am grateful. You’ve proven to be quite the exemplary young man, Paul. And I’m glad you are nothing like what people say of you.”

“She deserves someone that isn’t like who I used to be,” the boy confessed. “Ever since the imprint bond, I’ve been trying to become the person I know she deserves. For the longest time, I haven’t been, but I want to—I’m really trying.”

“And she’s alive today because you have. I have not seen her smile like she did just now in a long time, and I have you to thank for.” He placed a comforting hand on Paul’s healthy shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. “You’re a good kid, Paul, and I know you’ll be the man she deserves. But I will say it’ll take time for her to trust and love again. Give time to time, and everything will fall where it may.”

“What about Jake? What do you think will happen to him?”

“Well, I believe he will find himself alone, and he’ll finally understand everything he’s done wrong,” Billy sighed. “Sometimes we must hit our head against a wall to know we’ve been walking down the wrong path, and I think he hit himself against a very strong wall.”

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A/N: can't believe how different my characters are in my twilight stories. this Paul is so much different than Speak Paul, and so is Jake, it kinda breaks my brain 😅

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A moment can feel like an eternity when the soul isn’t at ease. Time seems to reverse and turn over on itself, holding the body hostage to its grapples. It twists the mind, numbs all reason, and feeds doubt. Time can sometimes be scarier than death itself.

(Y/N) could have sworn the entire day had passed before the pack finally walked through the doors. But the light coming from the outside told her it was still early. They walked in as though nothing had happened, and they hadn’t just torn a vampire to shreds. The boys laughed and patted each other on the backs, celebrating as though their lives had not been in peril.

As soon as they came into view, the girl ran to her brother and wrapped her arms tightly around him. She wrapped them around his neck as his own caught her by the waist. Once she felt him with her own hands, she finally let out a strangled breath, allowing all the anxiousness to roll off her body.

“Oh, thank the spirits you’re okay,” she breathed shakingly. “I thought something happened to you.”

“You need to give me more credit here, bean,” he chuckled. “We take this job seriously.”

“I was scared.”

“Come on, he was outnumbered,” Sam shrugged. “There was no way we were going to let him go. He was easy meat.”

“So, none of you got hurt? You’re all okay?”

“Of course we are,” Paul interjected. “That guy had nothing on us.”

“I told you they would be okay,” Emily said, carrying a plate of fresh biscuits that the boys dug into as quickly as it reached them. “The boys always come home. Especially when they know that there’s food on the table.”

“I knew I could smell chicken,” Jared grinned. “I’m starving, man.”

“When are you not?” Embry teased as he walked past him.

“Oh, the young kid has some bark in him,” Jared chuckled. “You’re finally one of us.”

Laughing, Embry, Jacob, and Paul walked right past (Y/N) and to the dining table. Jacob was about to do the same but stopped next to her. “Bella’s okay,” she said. “She got home a while ago. She’s still a bit shaken up, mostly because of the giant wolves she saw.”

“Okay,” he said as he let out a breath of relief. “Thanks.”

“She’s tougher than she looks, Jake,” (Y/N) smiled. “She’s also smart, and she has a lot of questions.”

“I know,” Jake sighed. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

“Forcing the imprint bond hasn’t worked out?” the girl teased. “I thought it would.”

“Not funny, (Y/N),” he pouted. “But no. I guess everyone was right. It’s just… she deserves so much better.”

“Don’t we all, Jake? Don’t we all,” she said as she patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. “Now, go eat. You gotta refuel.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”

“Bye, Jake.”

As the boy left her by herself, her gaze found her brother. He was sitting on a bench in the backyard, his shoulders slumped and a hand over his eyes. Sam was tired, that much she could tell. But it wasn’t because of the vampire. No. It was a fatigue she knew very well.

“Hey,” she said softly as she sat next to him. “How’re you doing?”

“I told you we’re all good, Bean,” Sam smiled weakly.

“That’s not what I mean, Sam. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he breathed. “Just… tired. I was worried before that. We caught the leech’s scent first, and we were ready for a fight—finally finish up who’s been killing all those hikers. But then your scent was mixed up in it and I got so stressed that I wouldn’t get to you in time. I’ve been worried that a bloodsucker would take you away from me, but I never thought it could’ve happened this way.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Sam,” (Y/N) said as she wrapped her arms around her brother. “Not for a while, at least.”

“It was scary to realize how easy it would have been for that guy to kill you.” His voice trembled as he spoke, the protector mask quickly falling away. “With how things were going with the doctor, I was sure I would have to get used to not having you near again. But today reminded me about how you could have been gone for good. And what would’ve happened if you had no idea who we were? You would have no idea that we were trying to protect you, and you would have been just as terrified as Bella was. You would have been scared of me.”

“Well, I guess that’s one thing you can be grateful about him,” (Y/N) smiled, squeezing her brother’s hand comfortingly. “This is one secret you don’t have to hide from me.”

“It’s a shitty secret.”

“It’s a necessary one, Sam. You taught me that.”

“Yeah, it’s the reason two of the people I love most in the world got hurt,” he grumbled. “It’s a shitty secret.”

“What? You’re saying if it had been a choice, you would have said no?”

Sam sighed and let his head fall back as his eyes closed. “I don’t know, honestly,” he admitted. “It’s an honor to have been chosen to protect our people. But sometimes, I just wish the responsibility fell onto someone else. If it hadn’t been for this, so many lives would have been different. I know I’m meant to be the strong one, but I just can’t help but wonder why me sometimes.”

“Do you remember what you told me before I left for school?” (Y/N) said. “I wasn’t sure why I had been the one chosen for the scholarship and I was so scared that the school had made a mistake that I wanted to stay home. You told me that the only one who didn’t believe in me was myself —that I would always be my harshest critic and that I would never believe how amazing I was no matter how much people told me. Well, now it’s your turn, Sam. You’re doing an amazing job as an alpha. You’re keeping out people safe, you have a beautiful fiancée that loves you, and you’re the best brother a girl could ask for. If the universe chose this job for you, it was for a reason.”

“Yeah, an alpha that didn’t have a hold on things and managed to not only scar the woman I love, but I couldn’t even stop you from getting hurt,” he exclaimed. “And now all these hikers are dead, and even though we killed this leech, another one with a vendetta is gonna come here for the Swab girl. I just can’t seem to do things right. I have no business caring for all these people.”

“Sam, I can’t think of anyone else that would be perfect for the job. You’ve been taking care of me and mom for a long time. Even when you didn’t have to, you always made sure we were okay. You made me dinner when mom was at work after school, you were there at every science fair, you even taught me how to ride a freaking bike,” she chuckled. “I don’t think you realize how good of a person and a leader you are. How you always step up to the plate when anyone needs you, no matter how trivial the matter is. You’re an amazing brother and an amazing alpha. We are all gonna lose someone sometime, no matter how hard we try to save them. Our job is to save those we can.”

Sam allowed the words of his sister to skin into his head, slowly allowing his body to relax. He settled into the bench comfortably and draped an arm around (Y/N) to bring her in for a side hug. “Since when do I have a little sister that is so smart?” he teased lovingly. “Don’t remember the moment you got old enough to give me advice.”

“Sam, you’re barely older than me.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m older.”

“No. You’re just old.”

The pair of siblings joined the rest of the pack soon after, gathering around the table to enjoy the feast that Emily had prepared. They ate, they laughed, they talked, and finally, they crashed all around the fireplace in the living room. Jared and Embry had taken the sofas, and Emily and Sam had excused themselves to their room while Jacob had said his goodbyes and gone back home. The only people that were left awake were Paul and (Y/N), tension surrounding the air around them.

(Y/N) knew that avoiding Paul couldn’t last much longer, especially not when she could have lost him that afternoon. She had waited for him to come home, breathless and terrified that the last moments she had spent with him had been avoiding him. The survival of their friendship rested on the conversation she did not want to have with him, but she knew it was essential if she ever wanted him to stay her best friend.

“So,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you finally have some time for me in your busy schedule?” Paul teased. “How lucky am I? Maybe I should face vampires more often.”

“Very funny, Paul.”

“Hey, I’m not the one that has been avoiding you for weeks now,” he shrugged as he threw his hands up in defeat. “What’s that about?”

The girl sighed as she restless her head against the wall, staring up at the wooden ceiling than into Paul’s eyes. She could feel his state burning a joke through her skull, seaman ding entrance into her innermost thoughts. “Paul, you know what it’s about,” she responded. “You were getting too attached, and I didn’t know how to manage that.”

“Are you serious, (Y/N)? I was growing too attached?” Pail spoke in shouted whispers, wanting nothing more than to explode at that. But exhaustion clawed at his body, and the last thing he wanted was to let his wolf out. “And what have you that brilliant idea?”

“Paul, come on. The night Jacob finally turned, I could hear it in your voice,” she recalled. “You said there was something you just had to tell me, and I’m pretty certain I know what it is.”

“Oh yeah, Einstein? And what’s that?”

“That you want more,” she stated. “That you want us to be more.”

Surprise ran through Paula’s face before quickly transforming into an angry scowl. It had been what (Y/N) had wanted to avoid, but it was no use to continue pushing the inevitable. “Come on, (Y/N),” he exclaimed. “You can’t tell me it doesn’t make sense. We work well together, we have chemistry, and we have known each other for so long. Why won’t you just give it a chance?”

“Because I don’t see you that way, Paul, and I never will,” she responded. “You’re my best friend, yes, and we get along well because of it. It doesn’t mean that I want to be with you. I told you from the start that this was not gonna be anything other than just a physical thing—I was very clear on that.”

“So, what? You just use me for my fucking body but won’t even give yourself a chance to see if you might have feelings for me?” Paul spat. “Is it because of the bloodsucker? He broke you so much that you won’t give anyone else a chance?”

“This has nothing to do with him. I simply don’t have feelings for you, Paul.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” His voice rose as he jumped to his feet. “He’s not coming back, (Y/N)! He left you. He took his family, and he left you. Why won’t you get over him already?”

“Whether he was here or not, my feelings for you wouldn’t change. I see you as a friend, and I’ll always see you as a friend, Paul,” (Y/N) stated, trying her best to stay calm. She knew that playing into his game would only work to make him angrier, and the result could be catastrophic. “If you can’t handle that, then I think it’s best we just cool things off.”

“Oh my god, you are still in love with him,” he scoffed. “After all that bullshit that you went through for months. He told you he didn’t care about you. He said you were only a moment in his eternal life. He doesn’t love you, and he never fucking did.”

By that point, the pair had gotten an audience, the two teens that were asleep on the couches had woken up and Sam had come out of his room. But none of that seemed to deter Paul from continuing with his rant. He was seeing red and didn’t care if what he said hurt her. “You don’t care that he stomped on your heart and didn’t give it another thought. I bet you’d take him right back if he asked,” he spat. “I guess you both have something in common, though. You take what you want from people and, once you’re done with them, you throw them away.”

“That’s quite enough, Paul.”

“No, Sam, it’s okay,” (Y/N) interjected. “From the beginning, you knew what you were getting into, Paul. I didn’t want a relationship, and I sure as hell have never given you any indication that I wanted one with you. I’m sorry if you are hurt, but I was very clear about what I did and didn’t want. It’s not my fault you believed this could ever go anywhere.”

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you asked me to be your fuck buddy,” the boy seethed. “You knew you’d be leading me on, and you held it over me like a fucking toy.”

“Don’t you dare put this on me, Paul,” she said, her tone rising as frustration overtook her. “I was very clear. I was very honest. Not once did I ever say or even insinuate that I wanted to be with you. I’m sorry that I did use you for your body and the convenience, but it is not my fault that you deluded yourself into believing that we could be together.”

“You are honestly unbelievable, (Y/N). You used me, and now you wanna make it my fault,” Paul pushed. He closed the distance between them, towering over her like a dark cloud. He could see or hear reason; he couldn’t even admit that everything he was saying was a lie. All he could see was red. “No wonder you fell for a bloodsucker. You’re just as heartless and cold as them. I bet you wouldn’t even give betraying us a second thought if it meant you could save one of them. Maybe he left you before you could leave him. After all, it is in your genes.”

The words struck a chord in (Y/N). She gathered all the strength she had, recoiled her hand, and slapped Paul firmly across the face. But where everyone was expecting her hand to shatter at the contact, the hit went through and made the boy’s face snap to the side. The mere surprise had him stumbling a couple of steps back, holding his face as it grew pink from the strike.

After the initial shock, anger bubbled inside him, and he charged toward (Y/N). But he couldn’t even make it a step toward her before Jared and Embry were shielding her. The boys grabbed Paul’s arms and held him back as he fought, yelling at them to let him go.

“That’s enough!” Sam’s voice bounced off the walls, sending shivers even down (Y/N)’s back. “Get out of here, Paul, and cool off. That’s an order. Go with him, Jared.”

The second-in-command pulled Paul out of the house and far from view, leaving Sam and Embry with a tearful (Y/N).

“Hey, Embry, can you give us a second?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he mumbled. “You okay, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she sniffled. “Thanks.”

“I’ll, uh, be in the guest room until my shift starts.”

Once the boy had left, Sam wrapped his arms tightly around his sister, allowing her to crumble in his embrace. “He’s an ass, (Y/N),” he whispered. “And he had no right to say any of those things.”

“But he’s a little bit right,” she cried. “A few months ago, I was ready to leave everyone behind for a man that didn’t even spare me a thought. And then I used Pau to fill a void someone else left, knowing he had feelings for me. I’m just like dad.”

“Hey, absolutely not. You are nothing like him,” Sam affirmed. He cradled her face in his hands, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. “You are by far one of the most amazing human beings I know. You’re intelligent, you’re caring, and so determined. I don’t think you know just how proud I am of you. Paul’s just butthurt that you don’t like him. He doesn’t deal well with rejection.”

“It doesn’t mean he’d no right.”

“What could he possibly be right about? He’s barely passing his classes.”

“I still love him,” she answered meekly, her voice so low and broken she wasn’t sure she had said anything at all. “I miss him every single day, no matter what I do to forget him. I keep waking up thinking he’ll be just a drive away, but then I get to the hospital, and his office is empty. It’s not a bad dream, Sam. It’s my reality.”

“Bean, I didn’t… why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this? I thought things were better.”

“Well, I thought the last thing you wanted to hear about was about my ex-boyfriend, who is literally centuries older than me and is your natural-born enemy,” (Y/N) chuckled through her tears. “And it’s not easy to say that I’m not over the guys that told me I was just a spec of sand in his lifetime.”

“Love is a strange thing, (Y/N). It’s hard to come by, and it takes forever to move on from. It hurts for a really long time, until one day you wake up and it doesn’t anymore,” he said, brushing back strands of her hair. “I don’t care who this guy is, Bean. If you need me, if you need to talk, you just have to tell me. I am here for anything you need. He may have been my enemy, but you are my sister, and that trumps everything.”

“Do you think they’ll ever come back?”

“Maybe not in our lifetime. The last time they left, they didn’t come back for almost seventy years. If they do come back, it’ll be long after we’re dead,” he shrugged. “Do you want them to?”

“Is it selfish if I say I do?”

“I mean, it does make me question how we’re related,” he teased. “But I don’t think you’re selfish for it. Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“If by some weird trick of the universe they do decide to come back, that you won’t go back to him, (Y/N). Or at least give him hell for it first.”

“I can promise you I will make him grovel until his knees give out,” she grinned softly. “But I do hope that, if they don’t come back, living without him gets easier soon enough. I hate carrying this black hole inside me.”

“It’ll get better one day, Bean,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her. “But while it isn’t, let me carry this burden with you. And just take things one at a time. Focus on school and work and forget about this whole thing with Paul. He’ll see reason soon enough.”

“I love you, Sam. Thank you fed everything that you’ve done.”

“I love you too, kid.”

“I’m only a year younger than you,” she laughed.

“A year is still a year,” he smiled as he chuckled. “Now, let’s get you home so you can rest and forget this all happened.”

Yet, it was a moment none of them would be able to rid from their minds. (Y/N) should not have been able to slap Paul without hurting herself, and she most definitely should not have hurt him. But, at that moment, no one was thinking about that. All they wanted was comfort and rest, and that’s all they did. Because in their town, there was always something new lurking around the corner.

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Hey everyone, I want to introduce to you all to the reason I have only been able to write on my phone and one handed:

Meet little Miss Olivia Rosalie Hope. Well, Rosalie is only in my head because no one else wanted that name at home 🤭. But since she’s still such a baby, she requires a lot of attention, so writing has been a bit difficult. But hopefully I am able to get some chapters out to y’all. 💖

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17

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A/N: uh oh, things are changing...

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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.

“Are you okay, Derek?” the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. “You feel weird. Like, distant.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. “I just need to make sure you’re home safe before I get my pack.”

“They’re fine. They’re hiding up in my room.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaac’s text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. “But I need to know what you’re hiding right now because I know something’s up.”

“Everything’s fine,” he huffed. “Why are they here?”

“I thought they’d be safe here,” she responded. “Don’t change the topic, Derek. You know you can’t lie to me.”

“I just… we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, it’s for the best.”

The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they weren’t not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. “I-I-I don’t understand,” she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. “I thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isn’t exactly ideal, but I didn’t think it was going bad.”

“It’s just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),” he sighed. “I have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to focus on you too.”

“Oh, I didn’t know I was such a distraction,” (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. “You know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldn’t have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?”

“It wasn’t… It isn’t…” He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. “With everything that’s going on, I can’t risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.”

“So, everything I’ve done to help you guys out means nothing?” she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think I’ve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.”

“You have and I’m grateful,” he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasn’t sure would ever be removed. “I just don’t know if one day you’ll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.”

If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.

“A-are you serious?” (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldn’t help the way her voice broke. “Do you really think I’d be capable of doing something like that?”

“I can’t be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you won’t and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. It’s not just my life that’s at stake.”

(Y/N) didn’t know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasn’t talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. “What brought this on, Derek?” she asked. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?”

“It wasn’t anything specifically. It’s just… the situation we’re in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that I’m putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,” he said. “And if Scott isn’t going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I can’t be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.”

Words died in the girl’s mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. “Is that really how you feel?” (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. “You once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?”

And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, “Yes.” By then, she couldn’t hold back the tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her hurt. She couldn’t keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. “(Y/N)…”

“Go,” she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.

“(Y/N), I…”

“I said go, Derek,” she restated, raising her voice. “You can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.”

Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. He’d been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.

As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.

Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.

“Let’s fix up that face,” she said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“Uh, um,” (Y/N) cleared her throat. “There’s one under the kitchen sink.”

“Let’s go.”

The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didn’t throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.

Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.

“This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. “Do you need something to bite down on?”

“No,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “Go ahead.”

The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Erica’s soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. “There,” Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. “The wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.”

“Thanks,” she said. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had one too many falls not to be,” the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. “It’s actually the reason I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.”

“Why can’t you?”

“At first it was because I was so behind in school, I’d never get the grades to get into a good school,” she shrugged. “Now, with the whole werewolf thing, I don’t think I could.”

“Why not? I think now it’ll be so much easier for you,” (Y/N) offered. “Now, you don’t have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, I’m sure any school would be begging to have you go there.”

“I don’t know,” the blonde sighed. “I guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I don’t think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, it’s the fact that I’m part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.”

Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. “You know this is going to end someday,” she tried to comfort her. “We’re gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life won’t always be like this.”

“How can you be so sure? Something tells me there’s always gonna be something in this town,” she chuckled dryly. “The only way to go back to normal is to leave.”

“Is that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?”

“I mean, it’s a plan,” she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). “I didn’t think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that I’ll be caught, the fear that I’ll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didn’t really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Don’t get used to it,” the girl grinned. “But seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.”

“Yeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,” she sighed. “Especially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.”

“And he doesn’t whisper in yours?”

“God no. I don’t think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.”

“Ooh, family drama?”

“None that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dad’s past,” (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. “Also, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but it’s hard.”

“And you believe him?” Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadn’t noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. “Do you really believe he’s on our side?”

“He helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I don’t think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other hand…”

“Can’t stand us?”

“Yup.”

“Well, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. “That’s my mom you’re talking about.”

“No offense,” Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. “But seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). I’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

“Am I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.”

“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious here—vulnerable. I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didn’t have to.”

“Well, you got the bitch part down, I didn’t think I needed it, too,” (Y/N) grinned before she took Erica’s hand and smiled warmly. “But it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.”

“I think that would be great,” she beamed. “I’ve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.”

As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. “Well, look at these two fraternizing,” Isaac told Boyd. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I would be rude not to when it’s her house,” Boyd shrugged. “Which, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We haven’t really received any other instruction from Derek.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think you will anytime soon.”

“What do you…?” Isaac’s words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)’s bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. “What the hell happened?”

“Ah, just a small run-in with Jackson,” she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldn’t worry about her. “I’ll be fine. I just don’t heal as fast as you guys do.”

“How serious was the cut?” Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. “Was it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.”

“It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. She’ll be fine.”

“Dude, calm down,” Boyd chuckled. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Thank you, Boyd,” she smiled toward the boy. “I really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.”

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can’t believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.”

“And risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,” she reprimanded. “As a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I don’t wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Boyd smiled. “We’ll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.”

“Yeah,” she scoffed lightly. “And if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)’s room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.

They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chris’ house and that he’d keep her posted on anything that would be going down.

“I don’t understand what happened, Isaac,” she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. “Everything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?”

“Honestly, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But Derek’s not one to really talk about what’s going on in his head. The only time he’s ever been nice to me is when you’re around. He’s quite a dick when you’re not around.”

“But he’s still your alpha.”

“It’s not like there are many options here,” he chuckled. “And I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadn’t been for the bite, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worse…”

Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,” she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. “And I’m sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.”

“I think you came at the perfect time,” he smiled softly. “Just long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.”

“You know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.”

“Well, those people would be wrong,” he chuckled. “But you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.”

“Would you have, really?” (Y/N) mused. “Would you have given it all up?”

“I think so,” Isaac shrugged. “I mean, people around us don’t seem disturbed by what’s going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.”

“Not funny,” she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. “But the supernatural does suit you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, calm down, Lahey.”

“I’m just kidding, Argent,” the boy laughed. “As for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.”

“Something feels different this time, though,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s just off.”

The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.

Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.

He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasn’t by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didn’t trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)’s?

By the time he had reached his family’s house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)’s side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he’d be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, he’d just have to stay away.

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Speak | Chapter 24

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A/N: sorry the chapter is late, guys. had a party this weekend and had no time to write. but here it is! 💖 TAGLIST CLOSED

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Morning brought unimaginable pain for (Y/N). As she stirred awake, the soreness that ransacked her body gripped her lungs tightly stopping all air from filling them. She wanted to yell out, but the dead was so intense that the sound died in her throat.

She reached her hands out, trying to make sense of where she was and how she could get help. Her mind was hazy, her memories failing to register inside her head. Until she felt warmth, and she remembered.

“Paul,” she meekly croaked out. “Paul, please.”

In a second, the bot had jumped out of the bed and was by her side. “What’s wrong?” he said, his voice dropping an octave with sleep hanging onto every word. “What do you need?”

“It hurts,” she groaned. “I think… pills.”

(Y/N) had no energy to form more than a few words, not when pain pain seated into every part of her body. Her eyes followed Paul’s figure as he ripped the door open to go find what she needed. But before he could run, Emily appeared. She wore a warm smile on her face and carried a bottle of pills and a glass of water. Without another word, she handed the glass and two of the pills to (Y/N), who downed them as quickly as she could.

“Don’t try to get up until you feel the pills work,” Emily said as she ticked the girl back into the bed. “I’ve left some clothes for you in the bathroom and a towel. Your own clothes were quite shredded, so I put them in a bag for you—wasn’t sure what you’d want to do with them.”

“Are you on your way out?” Paul asked. “The funeral starts in like half an hour, right?”

“Yes,” the woman smiled softly. “Sam is just finishing getting ready. They came home an hour ago from doing some more rounds in the woods.”

“Oh, Harry,” (Y/N) cried as she remembered parts of the nights before. “My dad…”

The girl tried to get up from the bed, but the pain that shot through her back sent her back down. The wince that left her mouth had Emily and Paul rushing to her side to keep her from getting out of bed.

“Don’t get out of bed, (Y/N). You need rest,” Emily pressed. “You can talk to your dad after. For right now, you need to stay here and take the painkillers every four hours until you feel well enough to get home. I will give condolences to the family on your behalf.”

“But I…”

“No buts, (Y/N). You’re staying here with Paul until you can finally move,” she said sternly. “This is not up for discussion, okay? What happened last night was not something small. You are hurt and you need to rest. You’ve gone through enough.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) gave up. “Thank you, Emily. You’ve been very kind.”

“Oh, no need to thank me,” she smiled. “As long as you promise that you two will finally talk things out. I cannot live another day with mopey Paul.”

“Emily,” the boy complained.

“Oh, hush, Paul. You know it’s the truth.”

As he was about to respond, Sam’s head peeked into the room. It was odd to see him dressed up in a black suit and not his usual denim shorts and tank top. “Em, we’ve gotta go,” he said before noticing that (Y/N) was awake. “How are you feeling, kid? You really took a tumble yesterday.”

“I can’t say I’m not hurting all over, but it could be worse,” she joked trying to lift Sam’s mood. There was a sadness behind his eyes that she could feel deep in her bones. Sam hadn’t just lost a member of the community; he had lost a part of his family. “Safe to say I’m not going into the woods or jumping off cliffs anytime soon.” ‘

“That’s probably a good idea,” he chuckled softly. “But you should listen to Emily and rest up for today. You went through more in the last twenty-four hours than people would in their lifetime.”

“It’s just the Swan way,” she said. “I’d be surprised if I never stumbled into life-threatening situations without meaning to.”

“Well, I hope you don’t go through any more in a very long time,” Sam smiled. Emily walked to join his side as they prepared to leave for Harry’s funeral, the same solemn look falling over their faces. “We’ll see you when we get back, guys. There’s food in the fridge if you get hungry.”

“I also left some fresh muffins on the kitchen counter,” Emily added. “But you’re welcome to anything here.”

“Thanks,” Paul answered. “Please tell Sue how sorry I am.”

“Of course,” she smiled. “Now, get to talking, you two.”

The couple left the house with Jared and Embry trailing quietly behind them, leaving (Y/N) and Paul to their own devices. It was quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind rustling the trees could be heard, not even birds were singing. The air around them was heavy and eerie, mirroring the feeling of many people in the reservation.

But silence wouldn’t fix things. It hadn’t done anything but drive a wedge between the two for a very long time. It had been the one thing that kept (Y/N)’s life stuck in the same pattern for over a decade. Silence had allowed hurt and discomfort to fester in her life for far too long, and there was no space for it anymore.

“I know I said I wanted to last night, but I don’t want to fight,” she said quietly. “I’m tired of fighting, of being on the defensive.”

“I don’t want to fight either,” Paul was quick to respond. He slid down the wall beside her and onto the floor, unsure of how much closeness she was comfortable with at that moment.

“You lied to me, Paul,” she added. “Not just about the whole werewolf thing, but that you weren’t hiding anything else.”

“What do you…?”

“Jacob told me about the imprint bond,” she interrupted. The words felt like gravel in her throat as they reminded her of every jab Jake had thrown at her. “I don’t understand why you find it so easy to lie to me, Paul. I thought we were always meant to do the honesty thing. But somehow, when I find myself wanting to forgive you, I find out you’ve lied to me about something else. The worst part is I don’t know how to trust you anymore.”

“What did he tell you?” the boy asked, unsure of what his words could be. “A-about the whole imprint thing, what did he say?”

“He told me that every wolf has one, and all it takes is for their eyes to meet for your entire world to change,” (Y/N) said. “He said that you’re meant to become whatever your imprint needs you to be and that there will always be an unnatural pull toward each other. He said that’s the reason we couldn’t seem to stay away from each other… and that the imprint bond is the only reason someone like you would ever be interested in someone like me.”

Paul’s face contorted at what she said. A mix of anger and sadness forced its way onto his features, unable to hide the sting from her words. Once more, Jacob had beaten him to the punch out of spite twice. He had done it not only to hurt him, but to hurt (Y/N). And he couldn’t let it slide any longer. “That’s not all there is to it,” he said, trying his best to contain his anger—it wasn’t directed at her, and he’d be damned if he let her be the bearer of it again. “The moment you see them, your entire sense of self changes. Your entire reason of being is them—to protect them, to care for them, to be what they need when they need it. They are the force with which your world moves. It’s true that there is an unnatural pull toward them, but it’s so much more. Being away from them is physically painful, like air can’t really reach your lungs or blood doesn’t get to your brain. I don’t know how to explain it better than it feels like you’re walking through life with a hole in the middle of your chest.”

“So, if I’m your imprint, that mean you’ve been feeling that way for a long time?”

“Well, yeah,” he admitted. “But that’s my fault.”

“I still don’t understand why you couldn’t tell me this,” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I was going crazy because after the bonfire I couldn’t get you out of my head. For years, I had wanted Jacob and I had him, but you snuck into every thought, every dream, every moment. Jake asked me from the first time we saw each other to keep my distance from you. And I would have if I hadn’t felt this need to get closer. I believed I was just a bad girlfriend but excused it away by saying that I just wanted to have friends. But it was this desire that consumed me. I wished to be asleep so I could see you in my dreams. The moments we weren’t talking, my hands itched for my phone just to text you. And I thought, maybe this is why Jacob is always mad at me. No matter what he did or how much I thought I loved him, you somehow found your way back into my head. Do you have any idea how bad that made me feel? I had everything I ever wanted and somehow it was not enough. Not when you were around. “And somehow Jacob knew that he wasn’t enough for me anymore. Not since I saw you,” she continued, her eyes brimming with stinging tears. “The more I thought of you, the more he held onto me. He asked me for one thing, and I couldn’t even give him that. So, by the time he exploded over Embry, I couldn’t help but think it had been because I couldn’t do the only thing he had asked. It made me think I deserved all his mistreatment. Because my heart I believed belonged to him, but my mind thought of only you. “At the end of the day, I guess both of you were right,” she chuckled sadly, wiping away the streams that warmed her cheeks. “He only got close to me because of Bella, and you only cared about me because of the imprint link. I bet that makes you happy.”

Paul couldn’t stand the fact that she thought that way, it pained him far more than the distance that had built between them because of his decisions. He knew he’d never been one to make the best choices but keeping the truth from (Y/N) had been the worst one yet. “None of this makes me happy, (Y/N),” he responded softly. All his anger had swiftly dissipated as he saw the pain in the girl’s tears. “When I said that, I had never meant for it to be true. It was merely a thought that I had not been able to keep inside. I had been speaking with anger and spite that day, hurt by the kiss you had shared with Jacob after he had broken things off with you. It was petty and childish, and I wish I could take it all back. “About the pack’s secret, well, you have to know I thought I was doing the right thing,” he explained, taking tentative steps toward her. “This world is not one I wanted you in the middle of. I thought that the less I told you about wolves and vampires, the less danger would follow you. But I forgot who your sister was and how, even without knowing about the supernatural, she attracts danger. The second you stepped foot in Forks you were thrown into the center of this world, long before we ever locked eyes. But I… in trying to avoid what had been done to your sister, I ended up doing the same to you, and I’m sorry, (Y/N). More than you could ever know.”

“And about the imprinting?”

“That, well, I, uh,” he found himself stammering as he finally brought himself to sit at the end of the bed, clasping his hands tightly on his lap. “I guess I didn’t want you to think that the only reason I wanted to get close to you was because of it. But, again, I gravely miscalculated what other people would do.”

“How can it not be that, Paul?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes already reddened from the tears, but the pain in her body disappeared as the minutes passed. “If it hadn’t been for the bond, you wouldn’t have even looked my way.”

“Is that really what you think? That I would have never been interested in you if it hadn’t been for a mystical tether?”

“Come on, Paul,” she sniffled. “We’re basically from different worlds. If we went to the same high school, you would have walked right past me in the halls.”

“That’s not…”

“Look at you, Paul, and look at me,” (Y/N) exclaimed, her voice breaking as it rose in volume. “I know you were quite popular in school before the whole werewolf thing. You went through your fair share of girls, and you didn’t quite care about what anyone thought of you. Me? Sure, I had some friends and even had a boyfriend, but I’ve always been the person that has been overlooked. The one people want around when there’s a project to be done or something artistic to be made. No one missed me when I left. I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have wasted a single glance toward me.”

Paul wanted to laugh then. Shake her until she knew how wrong she was. Instead, he spoke. “You don’t remember, do you?” At her dumbfounded stare, he continued. “When we first went out, I told you that wasn’t the first time we had met. Do you remember that?”

“I, uh, I don’t. Not really.”

“Well, I did sort of just mumble it out,” he chuckled. “I came here to La Push when I was only eight. My parents had just gotten divorced, and I had so much anger and confusion inside of me. Pair that with a sudden move four hours away from everything I knew, I was sure it would be the worst summer of my life. One day, I had been walking down my street because my dad had forced me out of the house—said I had spent enough time holed up in my room and I needed to make friends. I never planned to meet anyone but if I stayed in the house, I would most likely just end up fighting with him. “One second I was walking, kicking a rock down the road, and the next I was on my ass because someone had run straight into me,” he said. “I was ready to yell at whatever idiot kid had decided to ram into me, until I heard her laugh. A girl had been the one to hit me and she had landed on the floor as well and, instead of getting angry, she burst out into a beautiful song of laughter that made all the bubbling anger die. “She got up from the ground and offered me her hand,” he smiled. “She said, “Sorry, I wasn’t looking. I’m supposed to be playing hide and seek.” Her pants were covered in red dust from the ground and her hair had been disheveled, but she didn’t care. “My name’s (Y/N).” You were the first person I ever met, and you didn’t even live here. You said I could join you and your friends if I helped you find a good hiding spot. Then we could talk about being friends.”

The memory sprouted clearly in (Y/N)’s mind. It had been a hot summer midday and the Black kids and her didn’t want to stay stuck in Billy’s house. Bella didn’t want to play and stayed back with a book while Rachel, Rebecca, Jake, and her ran through the reservation—the older girls had mostly agreed to keep an eye out for the younger kids. They had enlisted the company of Seth, Embry, and Quil. It was summer, and all they cared about was having fun.

It was Jake’s turn to seek, and he’d always had a knack for finding everyone quickly. So, (Y/N) had set off to find the best hiding spot she could think of. The second Jacob had started counting she had sprinted off in the opposite direction, hoping he didn’t sneak a glance.

That’s when she had run straight into a boy she did not recognize. Her butt had hurt from the impact, but she couldn’t help but let out laugh after laugh. She had worn light colored pants that had turned red from the dust on the ground and her shirt had ripped where it went past her hips. She had always been told that the Swans tended to be clumsy but seeing it in action always made her laugh.

The boy had seemed angry at first, but by the time she had reached her hand toward him, his scowl had turned into a soft smile, and then he had laughed with her too. He had told her his name was Paul after she had given hers and that he had just moved to the reservation with his father.

“You said I could hide in your neighbor’s shed because they were out for the summer,” she recalled. “We stayed there for thirty minutes until I knew I had won that round. And I…”

“You gave me a bracelet you had made with your mom before you had come to Forks,” he continued. “I carried it with me until it got too short to wear around my wrist, so I tied it to my house keys. I still have it. And I…”

“You gave me a braided leather bracelet that you had brought from Tacoma,” she interrupted. “I keep it hanging on my bed because I didn’t want it to break.”

“Every single year I waited for you to come back, and you would,” Paul said. “But you always spent your time with Jake, and I couldn’t stand him, so I kept watching from afar, hoping you’d notice I was there. Until one year, you didn’t come at all, and I thought I had lost my chance to ever talk to you again. I never forgot about the girl I had met that day, the one that had made me laugh at a moment when everything seemed so bleak. I hadn’t forgotten, but I couldn’t quite remember. “Her face wouldn’t be the same and the image I had of her had begun to blur around the edges,” he admitted. “Until that day on the beach when everything rushed back. Not only had I met the person the universe had thought was my greatest match, but it just so happened to be that same girl that had laughed after she had crashed to the ground from running into me. The very girl I had waited for every summer since I had come to La Push. I don’t think we met that day out of pure chance, (Y/N). Sooner or later, we were always meant to meet.”

Every thought and emotion ran through (Y/N)’s head. There was so much uncertainty, but it mixed with hope, and it confused her all that much. “But how can you be sure that what you feel is not just the bond?” she asked meekly. “How do you know it’s real?”

“Because I’ve felt this way since I was eight,” he confessed with a smile. “I didn’t know it back then. But ever since, I’ve never met anyone that makes me laugh or smile like you did that day. I didn’t need the universe to tell me what I felt that day, and I don’t need it to tell me what I feel now. It can’t tell you what to feel either, (Y/N). Not if you didn’t feel it at some point.”

“But what if…?”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to have all the answers right now,” he said as he took her hands in his in an effort to calm her mind. “But you do have the ones you were waiting for. Just take it one step at a time.”

“Doesn’t the bond mean…?”

“The imprint bond can’t force you to have feeling, (Y/N). It can only expand what you feel. That’s why imprintees don’t just become an imprint’s partner. Because they don’t always want us to be.”

“What would happen if an imprint rejected their wolf?” she inquired. “If distance alone can hurt that much, what would rejection do?”

“Well, it might just be the worst pain we could go through. It would be agony like no other. Do you not…? This might be too much, too fast.”

“No, I was just… I’m not,” she stammered absentmindedly. “I don’t want to reject you, Paul. I’m not even planning to. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to feel right now. I’ve just been told so many different things that I think my mind is just reeling.”

“There’s no right or wrong feeling right now,” Paul smiled softly. “It’s a lot of information to take in.”

“I think I just… I don’t know. Maybe I need to talk to someone else. Someone that has gone through all this.”

“Yes, of course,” he exclaimed. “Talk to Emily. If there’s anyone that can tell you about the imprint bond, it’s her.”

“So, werewolves, vampires, soulmates, any other lore I’m missing out on?”

“That might be it for now,” the boy shrugged with a chuckle. “But there might be things out there even I don’t know about.”

After sharing a laugh, the pair left to the kitchen to finally eat some breakfast, fueling their bodies after such a long night. Paul had helped (Y/N) to the table, rushing through the kitchen to serve the plates. He balanced the tower of food that was his dish in one hand and (Y/N)’s request in the other. His steps were slow and calculated until he made it to where she was sitting, placing the muffin basket in the center of the table after the plates were on it.

They ate quietly, (Y/N) pushing around her food before taking a bit, and Paul downing it in the blink of an eye. It would have been a far funnier sight if the girl’s head wasn’t still riddled with thoughts.

“I’m sorry for being angry for so long,” she finally broke the silence. “I just kept hearing things from other people and forgot to actually listen to you. A lot of the things that have happened could have been avoided if I just listened.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” he quickly added. “I was the one that kept all of this from you and let Jake tell you whatever he wanted. I had so many moments where I could have been honest with you but decided to keep it hidden. I’m the one that’s sorry, (Y/N). I’m the one who could have avoided all this if I just had the courage to speak.”

“Let’s just agree that we both could have said something at some point,” she smiled. “But I will say, if my back does end up with scars, I’m gonna have a very interesting story to tell.”

“I only know of two humans that have gone through a vampire attack and survived,” Paul laughed. “And they just so happen to be sisters.”

“I don’t think I ever thanked you for that,” she said. “I’m glad you found me, Paul.”

“As long as I’m around, nothing is gonna happen to you,” he promised as he took her hand in his. “Not anymore.”

“I don’t doubt that,” she beamed. “I also have to thank Embry and Sam for chasing the vampire away. Emily told me they got home late because of that.”

“You can do that right now,” he smiled. “They just got home.”

As he said that, Jared walked through the door, a look of concern sprawled on his face. It was the same stare Sam and Embry wore as they walked behind him. “We gotta talk to you, Paul,” the first boy said. “It’s, uh, it’s serious.”

“What happened?”

“It’s something to do with Jake,” he grimaced before continuing, “and (Y/N). About last night.”

“Did the vampire come back?” (Y/N) worried, squeezing Paul’s hand tightly as her heart raced. “Did she attack him?”

“Oh no,” Embry said angrily. “But Paul just might.”

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Heartbeat | Chapter 18

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: foul language, mature themes

Story Description: (Y/N) Marks had no free time. From studying for med school, working her rounds for clinical, and the occasional babysitting her sisters sprung on her, she was all booked up. But none of that stopped her from aiding her sister and their best friends to rob a grocery store. She could have never guessed those couple of minutes would be enough to change her life forever or that it would lead to her meeting the man that would catalyze that shift.

A/N: I love this story so much, y'all have no idea. But especially the AO3 version 🫣🫣

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Hours later, and with a lighter heart, (Y/N) was back at home. She rehearsed in her head how she would bridge the topic of Beth’s employment to her and, even more, how she’d tell her that the FBI agent had also wanted to speak to her. It was obvious that her sister would have to come clean, but just how far did the girl’s own truth have to extend?

“Thanks for the ride,” she smiled as the car rolled to a spot. “I’ll let you know how everything goes.”

“Just let me know what you gon’ say, a’ight?” Rio said, reaching over the center console to cradle her chin. “Everything’s gonna be fine. I got you.”

“I know,” she smiled. “I’ll call you.”

“A’ight.” He pulled her face close to his and kissed her tenderly, holding onto her as if she belonged to him. “Night, (Y/N).”

“Good night, Chris,” she grinned. “Get home safe.”

She waited at the doorstep until his car had disappeared from the street, wondering just how her life had changed so much. Obviously, she knew when and why it had happened, but not why she remained. Two months before, she would have laughed in anyone’s face if they told her she’d be practicing clandestine medicine for gang members and their families while in a quasi-relationship with a gang boss willingly. It wasn’t the sort of thing she did. (Y/N) was careful, calculated, and a walking ball of anxiety. Everything she was doing negated that, but somehow, she couldn’t stop.

The house was quiet as she walked inside. Given the hour, she knew the kids would be dead asleep, but she hoped Beth at least was still awake. She always kept late hours, and now, knowing what she did, (Y/N) knew she’d most likely be wide awake.

Beth was at the kitchen island nursing a glass of whiskey when she noticed (Y/N) walking in, quickly slipping on her mask. “(Y/N),” she smiled. “What’re you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I’ve gotta talk to you.”

“What is it, (Y/N)? Is everything okay?”

“An FBI agent came by the hospital today to ask me some questions,” she said. Beth stiffened at the statement, avoiding her sister’s eyes at all costs. “He was asking about suspicious activities in the neighborhood and mentioned something about some pictures. He also said he talked to you and Dean. Do you know anything about that?”

“What exactly did he say, (Y/N)?”

“We didn’t get a chance to finish talking. A nurse told me Sarah had been admitted, and he gave me his card. Told me to go by his office soon,” she added. “I know there’s something going on with you and gang friend, Beth. I’m not an idiot.”

“Why would you think that?” Beth laughed awkwardly.

“Because why else would a federal agent be asking about suspicious activity in this area and come to you specifically to question?” (Y/N) retorted. “I need you to tell me everything that is going on and what I have to say when I go there.”

“Okay,” the woman finally relented. She rounded the island and sat down on a stool with a sigh, patting the one next to her for (Y/N) to sit on. “After Canada, I reached out to Rio—that’s his name—and asked him for work. The first task wasn’t exactly what we had in mind. He had us take care of someone that had been shot.”

“The phone call,” the girl recalled.

“Right, the phone call,” Beth grimaced. “That didn’t exactly work out, and I thought we’d be done for. That’s why he came here on Kenny’s birthday. He came to pick his “boy” up, but the guy had disappeared. But as of a few weeks ago, I called him up because I came up with a way to clean his money. Ruby, Annie, and I have been cleaning around 100 thousand dollars and getting a cut of the money. It’s not as much as we expected, but it was keeping us afloat… for some time. So, I asked for an increase. We have to wash 500k this time.”

“So, not only did you lie to me when I asked why he’d come to the house, but you’re washing half a million dollars for him. I should honestly be more in shock here,” (Y/N) stated. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t any of you tell me about this?”

“That’s all on me, honestly,” Beth sighed. “Annie and Ruby told me you should at least know what was going on, but I wanted you to concentrate on school and not a life of crime. I didn’t think you’d be stuck in the crossfire like this.”

“Beth, you need to understand that I’m no longer a kid. I don’t need you to protect me anymore. Keeping me in the dark makes things worse for me. How do you think it feels to have an FBI agent show up at my work and he starts questioning me about things going on in the street?”

“About as terrifying as it feels to have him come to my home twice and question me in front of my family,” she chuckled dryly. “But I am sorry we didn’t tell you about it, (Y/N) . I just didn’t want you to be in the middle of things. I wanted to make sure that if things ever got bad, you weren’t involved in it.”

“But I am in the middle of things, Beth. I’m your family. I literally live in your backyard,” she exclaimed. “Everything you do affects me. Whether directly or indirectly. Just like Annie and Ruby. You guys are the only family I have. I can’t protect you from things that I don’t know, and I’m old enough to be able to protect you guys. Or at least help in some way.”

“You are absolutely not helping us wash money,” Beth said sternly.

“I don’t know where I’d even find the time,” she chuckled. “But it’s still good to know just in case things like federal agents start showing up. Dean and the kids don’t have to know shit, but I do.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I honestly just wanted to protect you from all of this. I didn’t think they’d seek you out, too.”

“Have you talked to the agent about Rio already?”

“I came home like an hour ago from doing that,” she sighed. “He had a picture of Rio getting into his car, and it looked like he was coming from the house. I told Agent Turner that I’d had an affair. That I met Rio at a bar-restaurant called Lucky’s. I said it had been a one-night stand and that I never planned on seeing him again.”

“Did he buy it?”

“It seemed like he did,” she shrugged. “He told me to be careful who I brought into my home. What I don’t understand is why he would ask you about it.”

“Well, if the picture is from the day of Kenny’s party, I did go out to talk to him,” (Y/N) said. “What if the same person that took the photo of Rio took a photo of me and him together? What am I supposed to say then? That he has a type?”

“That could work,” Beth mused. “You can stick to the same story somewhat. You’re young. They’ll think you were naïve.”

“Right, I can say…

“I met him at a bar. Lucky’s, I think it was called. I’d had a long day at the hospital and needed to unwind,” (Y/N) said, clasping her hands on her lap. “He bought me a drink, and we talked a little, nothing important. After a few drinks, I went to the bathroom, and he followed. We made out on a sink, and he screwed me against the wall. I gave him my number, and he said he’d call, but I never heard from him or saw him again. Until that day when he was leaving Beth’s house, and I confronted him about it. I told him to lose my number and to never show his face there again. I don’t even remember the name he gave me, but I can tell he has a type.”

Jimmy Turner listened to every word (Y/N) said. She played the part of an oblivious girl very well. “So, you didn’t know who he was or what he did beforehand?” he asked. “And nothing about him put you off?”

“Not exactly,” she shrugged softly. “I wasn’t exactly going there to find the love of my life, you know? I just wanted a few drinks, and he just so happened to want an easy hook-up. We each got what we wanted, I guess.”

“And he didn’t give you his phone number back. You didn’t find that odd?”

“Well, he said he’d call. I had no doubts at that moment that he would, and it wasn’t like I was particularly interested in seeing him again,” (Y/N) explained. “Honestly, I was more hurt that he didn’t call because maybe it meant I wasn’t that good of a lay. Just stupid insecurities. Then I see him as I’m walking out to the main house, and there’s no way it can be him. He didn’t even apologize or anything. So, I told him to go.”

“Do you know who this man is?” Turner asked as he pushed the picture across the desk. “This is an inner-city gang banger, with quite a high position in his gang.”

“It’s not like he told me what he did for work. And I didn’t really ask,” she said. “Agent Turner, I didn’t know who he was, nor did I ask, because, frankly, I didn’t really care. He just happened to be there.”

“I’m just telling you because you’re young, and you should be careful about the people you keep in your company,” he said, and it sounded like he meant it. Like he truly cared. “He is not the kind of person that you should ever get involved with. One wrong move and your entire life could be derailed.”

“I understand,” she smiled softly, appearing like she regretted every decision she had made up to that point. “I don’t plan on doing something like that ever again. And I wish I could be of more help. If he ever shows up again, I’ll be sure to give you a call.”

“Just be careful, Ms. Marks,” he said with a kind smile—a real one for the first time. “This is not the kind of person a young lady like you should associate with.”

“I will,” (Y/N) responded as she stood from the chair. “Thank you, Agent Turner.”

“Take care, Ms. Marks.”

“You too.”

The second she was out of the building, (Y/N) finally felt like she could breathe. She walked briskly to her car and took steadying breaths once she was inside and out of view. The meeting had gone quickly and better than she had expected. Was it weird that Rio had slept with two sisters at completely different times? A bit, but it wasn’t impossible. Meeting at the same bar and having two completely different endings... it could happen. It explained how she knew him when he left Beth’s house, and it explained her anger. And, at the end of the day, she was just a dumb young woman who’d had a one-night stand at a bar bathroom after a few drinks. There was no way she could know anything about him. And she hoped her act was enough to derail the agent from her tracks.

As she drove to work, she pulled the burner phone from her bag and dialed Rio’s number, anxious to tell him what she thought. She’d had no real involvement that could tie her to him. Not any that the police could find. But she did worry about Beth, Annie, and Ruby, and how the money laundering could affect them. Yet, after speaking to her older sister, it seemed they had it in control, and the moment they didn’t, Beth had promised she’d speak out. For the first time in a long time, (Y/N) felt at ease and in control. And as long as things remained that way, everything would be okay.

“You good?” she heard him ask through the receiver. “How’d it go?”

“I’m good, and I think it went well,” she smiled. “And you should know, you’re quite the player, Mr. Christopher. Apparently, you bagged two sisters because you have a type.”

“Damn, ma’, you didn’t have to do me like that.”

“Well, at least you’re the dumb young lady who had a one-night stand with a dangerous inner-city gang banger,” she chuckled. “I think you came out like a winner in our stories.”

“I’m that good, huh?” he laughed. “So, he ain’t worried ‘bout you?”

“I don’t think he is,” she said. “He was more concerned about me staying away from people like you.”

“And are you gonna listen to the nice agent? ‘Cause it sounds like he’s looking out for you.”

“When have I ever done as told?” (Y/N) smirked. “But is everything okay on your end? No suspicious people or anything?”

“You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me, (Y/N). I’ve been doing this for long enough.”

“I can’t not worry. That’s not in my DNA. I just wanna make sure everyone I care about is okay.”

“Hm, so you care ‘bout me?”

“Oh, don’t let it get to your head,” she scoffed jokingly. “I care about a lot of people.”

“Yeah, and I’m one of them.”

“You suck.”

“Not as well as you,” he continued to tease. “Matter of fact, you could be doing some of that right now.”

“You’re gross, and I have to go to the hospital,” (Y/N) said. “But if you’re nice to me, I could be persuaded to see you tonight.”

“Yeah, give me one good reason I should.”

“I’ll give you half a million reasons.”

After a moment of silence, she heard him suck his teeth before saying, “She told you.”

“Yeah. Told me everything that happened between you,” (Y/N) sighed. “Though she probably left out a few threats here and there. What I’m wondering is why you didn’t.”

“I told you most of it.”

“Honesty, Chris. That’s all I’m asking for,” she said. “Look, I’m not gonna ask about their work with you anymore. I just wanted to know details so that in cases like this, when an FBI agent shows up to question me, I know where I have to lie and what truths to bend. I’m not a little girl that needs to be protected from this big bad world.”

“Is it that bad that people wanna keep you safe?”

“Keeping me in the dark is not the same as keeping me safe. I need to know what’s out there before I’m in the center of it,” (Y/N) added. “As long as my sisters are okay, and you’re okay, I’m fine. Just please, if there’s anything I need to know, just tell me.”

“You’re up to date now,” he said. “But, like I said, honesty’s new for me. It’ll take time.”

“I know,” she smiled. “But you’re trying.”

“Yeah, you trynna make me soft.”

“Nah, you’re doing that all on your own,” she laughed. “I gotta go. Just got to the hospital.”

“But you coming over tonight?”

“I’ll let you know.”

“(Y/N).”

“Goodbye, Chris.”

She slipped the phone into her bag as she exited her car, a goofy smile spread across her face. Just the night before, she had been fuming at the lies and the deception, but all that was dead and gone. (Y/N) knew that holding onto the anger would only work against her. It was a new world they were all stepping onto, and mistakes along the way were inevitable. She just hoped they didn’t make the same ones over and over again.

“Mind telling me why the FBI was looking for you yesterday?” Mike’s voice startled her as she fit her things into her locker. “What the hell, (Y/N)?”

“It was nothing,” she shrugged off. “He just had some questions about some strange activity in Beth’s neighborhood.”

“Nothing? I don’t think the FBI follows up over nothing.”

“Mikey, it’s fine. It’s all been settled, okay?” (Y/N) chuckled. “No one’s in trouble. Everything’s fine.”

“(Y/N), seriously. What’s going on? You’ve been weird these past couple of months,” he worried. “Does this have something to do with the guy you were telling me about?”

“Look, Mike, I love you for worrying, but I’m fine. Okay? I’m great,” she smiled. “I’m having fun like you said I should. That’s it.”

“You told me the guy was dangerous, (Y/N). Just how dangerous?”

“Everything’s okay, Mike. Seriously. Nothing for you to worry about. Your kids still have their loving godmother.”

“How can I not worry when there are literal federal agents looking for you, (Y/N)?” he said. “Just promise me if things get bad that you’ll walk away. I need you okay, (Y/N). My kids need you okay.”

“I promise, Mikey,” she said as she hugged him tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

How could she tell him that every night she danced with the devil? That she was tempting fate with every phone call, every text, every patient she saw. She risked her life every second she wanted to remain by Rio’s side. But she couldn’t tell him anything about that. Not if she didn’t want him to worry.

“Well, we have about five minutes before rounds,” Michael smiled. “Tell me about your stupid boy.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Is he the reason the FBI wanted to talk to you?’

“Oh my god, no,” she chuckled, hoping her words were convincing enough. “Will you please drop it already? I told you it was about something that might have happened near Beth’s house. They even interviewed Beth and Dean. Just routine stuff.”

“Fine,” he resigned. “Then, just tell me five things about him.”

“Okay, um, well, he has a kid—a son. Marcus. They like to play soccer at the park,” she said. “He’s got tattoos. He likes to eat tacos—even has a friend with an awesome food truck. He’s very hot. And he’d older than me.”

“How much older, (Y/N)?” her friend asked in surprise. “And you’ve already met his kid?”

“I don’t know. Like ten years,” she muttered.

“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say ten years,” he chuckled dryly. “Which would be crazy since he’s closer in age to both of your older sisters.”

“That’s what I said.”

“(Y/N), ten? Your frontal lobe is just one year old,” Mike exclaimed. “And he has a kid. You’re crazy.”

“It’s not that crazy,” she shrugged as she slipped on her white coat. “I mean, we’re both adults here. It’s not like I’m freshly eighteen or even twenty-one. I’ve got enough experience under my belt.”

“So, you got yourself a DILF?”

“Ew, don’t say it like that, you weirdo.”

“I mean, in your words, he’s hot, and he has a kid,” he recalled. “Ergo, DILF. And, it’s okay, game recognizes game.”

“Mikey, you are definitely not a DILF.”

“Not to you,” he argued. “But there are many people out there that would like to fuck this dad.”

“Michael, no man, woman, or non-binary person would hit it with you,” (Y/N) teased. “You’re lucky that you somehow trapped Olivia into marrying you.”

“Well, at least she saw potential in me,” he scoffed. “And she’d tell me that anyone would be lucky to tap this.”

They broke into laughter as Mike pointed at his body and did the world’s least attractive body roll. It was in moments such as those that (Y/N) truly believed that all was right with the world. The FBI was off her back, her sisters were getting some sort of income—as illegal as it may have been—Sarah was getting better, and Michael seemed to be happier. Everything seemed to be falling into place.

But (Y/N) had forgotten that the waters always calmed before the storm finally struck. She would enjoy every moment of peace she would get without realizing the dark clouds that lingered up ahead.

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Bound | Chapter 5

Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: queer harassment

A/N: oh, oh, I'm falling in love with a pairing that will not work out... I know I'm the writer, but, damn. I am breaking my own heart here. 🫠🫠 also, two chapters in one day, wow

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There would come a day when (Y/N) didn’t have Beatrice Porter by her side. There would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to roll over in her bed and find the onyx-black strands of her hair splayed over a pillow or kiss her eyelids as they fluttered in sleep. But in 1935, she didn’t know that.

In 1935, she still believed they had forever. At least as long as forever could be in their human lives. And because she didn’t know, she was able to live in the absolute bliss of being with her best friend.

As she brushed her hair out of the tight coil of the curlers she wore to bed, (Y/N) smiled at the sleeping figure of Bea on her bed. The sun had barely started to shine through the curtains, basking her pale body in the warm light of its rays. Her shoulders peeked through the white sheets, rising and falling with the evenness of her breaths. She was a vision of beauty that (Y/N) had been lucky enough to witness.

By the time the witch was putting on her earrings, Bea stirred from her slumber, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “Good morning,” she croaked. “You look beautiful.”

“Hm, I was going for smart,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Is it the necklace or the hair?”

“It’s your face,” the girl smiled. “You could play hooky, you know. Spend the day with me rather than at the university.”

“A rather tempting offer,” she said as she walked toward the bed, crawling to Bea. “But I’m too close to graduating now. I’ve already had to argue with enough men who believe that higher education is no place for a woman.”

“Well, in that case, give them hell,” Bea smirked. “I suppose I should do my own studying then. I do have a test this week and have gone to three classes at the most. I just don’t see the point if I’m going to stay here. Magic doesn’t require human schooling.”

“But the coven does need to change with the times. We need to strive for better. For bigger,” (Y/N) explained. “Living in the woods is amazing, but it keeps us secluded. Alienated. We need to find ways to blend in with society. Hide in plain sight. That’s the key to survival.”

“You’ve always had great plans for the coven. You will make a wonderful High Priestess one day.”

“One can only hope,” she sighed contentedly. “But for now, I can do my part in gaining more knowledge of how the outside world works. Find a way witches and other supernaturals can live amongst humans undetected. There may not be as many, but you know there are still people out there that hunt our kind. I mean, just last week, we received word of a coven in Louisiana being burnt down by so-called Modern Witch Hunters. We’ve learned to hide, but clearly not well enough.”

“Cruelty will always be an incurable sickness in humans,” Bea grumbled. “People in high school taught us that early on.”

The memory made (Y/N) grimace. They hadn’t done anything wrong. Stood by their respective lockers, the two girls had simply been talking and decided to sneak a soft caress. (Y/N) had only brushed a stray ringlet of hair that had fallen over Bea’s eyes. But her fingers had lingered too long, and their stare was a little too intense. A pair of boys had been walking down the hallways at that precise moment and had decided that what the girls were doing was too queer for their liking.

Deeming (Y/N) as the instigator, they had snatched her and carried her to the nearest dumpster while calling her a slew of slurs and insults. All this while Bea cried and begged them to stop. It took everything in them both not to use their powers, knowing the punishment for using magic with humans was magic binding for an undetermined amount of time.

As the lid closed above her and the smell of trash engulfed her, (Y/N) promised never to show an ounce of affection to her friend outside of the protective confines of their coven. There, no one questioned or talked in whispers –although some eyes did follow them at times. But it was nothing like the treatment they endured outside. A couple of stares here and there was nothing like finding dead animals stuffed in your locker, or being unable to walk down the street without being accompanied by a big enough group, or having to stay as far away from your best friend as possible because you don’t know who will attack you for what they believe.

“You know, Annabeth is leaving in July,” Bea said, changing the topic as she saw how it upset (Y/N). “She was accepted to the University of Tennessee. She says there’s something about the state that calls to her, but I don’t understand why she would go so far. There are enough good schools nearby.”

“Well, she’s setting her own path,” (Y/N) smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind Bea’s ear. “Your sister has always been quite the free spirit.”

“That she is,” she chuckled. “Momma is going with her to help her settle in and everything. She also wants to make sure she’s comfortable with the coven over there.”

“Would you go with her if she asked?”

“And leave you up here all alone?” the girl scoffed. “Wouldn’t even think about it for a second.”

“All you’d need is a big enough body of water, and you could come here anytime.”

“Are you suggesting that I leave, (Y/N) Carmine? Do you not want me here?”

“Oh please, don’t even say that. But she is your sister, Bea,” (Y/N) laughed. “You could at least pretend to ponder over the idea. Your family has always been so close-knit.”

“She’d understand,” Bea shrugged with a mischievous smile. “I’ve got something special here.”

“You’re bad,” she grinned before kissing the girl’s temple. “And I’m going to be late.”

“Fine,” Bea conceded. “I’ll let you go as long as you bring me some doughnuts.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dare come home without them.”

“Good,” she beamed. “Then, I guess you can go.”

It was simplicities such as those that (Y/N) reveled in. She may not have been allowed to hold Bea’s hand in public or even say how much she loved her, but she had their home. Behind those four walls, they were able to simply exist. No labels to concern themselves with, no judgment, and certainly no harassment.

As the day trickled by and class after class passed, (Y/N) couldn’t help but have her mind divided between her education and the girl waiting for her at home. Everything reminded her of Bea. The black fabric of the chairs she sat on was the same color as her hair, the blue of the sky matched perfectly with the iciness of her eyes, and the smell of the town’s bakery reminded her of the girl’s favorite treat.

There was nowhere she could turn that didn’t remind her of Beatrice, and there was no one on Earth she could love more than her… at least, that’s what she believed at that moment. By then, she had no idea her soul was bound to an immortal, nor that her life would go on after Bea passed one day. At that moment, she knew only of the fleetingness of life and the importance of living in the present. There was no way for her to know how fleeting those moments were when eternity came into play.

For now, she enjoyed every second she had in the life she believed was passing.

She was coming out of the bakery when she was met with Russell Morgan, a witch from their coven who had always been kind and concerned over her and Bea. She knew he’d always had his eye on Beatrice, leaving flowers and trinkets on their porch for her. Though he understood the relationship the girls shared, he couldn’t help the affinity he held for the young witch. And none of it bothered (Y/N). Bea had made her choice, and it had been her.

“Hello, Russ,” she smiled as he matched her pace, knowing he was escorting her home without mentioning it. “How was your day today?”

“Can’t complain,” he chuckled. “Just making it through this last semester. Hoping I hear back from med school any day now. That’s been the most stressful thing.”

“I’m sure you’ll get in,” she said. “You’re brilliant, Russ. They’d be lucky to have you. And you know New Forest witches seem to do well in medical school.”

“Well, we do have a certain je ne sais quoi,” he laughed. “And, uh, how’s Bea been recently? I haven’t seen her as much in lessons.”

“You know her. Most days, she doesn’t even want to get out of bed,” she smiled. “But I’ve already made a deal with her. For every day that she attends lessons, I’ll bring her a new pastry from the bakery.”

“That will definitely get her there,” Russell chuckled. “And Margaret won’t be angry at her.”

“Oh, Margaret’s a big softie at heart.”

“She really is. And uh, are you two still…”

(Y/N) knew he wouldn’t get the words out. He never did. “Yes. Bea and I are still,” she chuckled softly. “Don’t think that’s changing any time soon.”

“Well, not that I’m not happy for you two, but a man can only hope,” he said as his cheeks grew red in slight embarrassment. She knew he meant nothing by it and also understood the pull Bea held. “I do hope for you years of happiness. Even if the world hasn’t caught up to different kinds of love.”

“I know, Russ. And I am grateful for your wishes and your friendship. I know one day you’ll meet a woman as wonderful as you.”

“I sure hope so. Mom is on me about giving her grandkids already. Apparently, the two kids my sister has already given her are not enough.”

“No amount will ever be enough,” she laughed. “But she might be closer than you think, Russ.”

And neither of them had any idea how true the statement was.

Back at the house, the smell of fresh bread and beef stew filled the air. The scent alone made (Y/N)’s stomach grumble, knowing the flavor would be even better than the smell. The dinner table was already set, complete with a set of flickering candles.

“What’s the occasion?” (Y/N) smiled as she kissed Bea’s cheek. “Everything looks so beautiful.”

“Do we need an occasion to have a candle-lit dinner?” Bea said. “I just felt like it. Especially since you brought me some of my favorite doughnuts.”

“Maybe I should bring you doughnuts every day.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she grinned. “And if they’re sugar doughnuts, even better.”

“Do you really think I’d bring you any others?”

“Better not,” she laughed. “But I just wanted to do something nice for you. Because I love you, and you deserve it.”

“You’re the best, Bea,” (Y/N) beamed. “I love you more than the moon loves the sun.”

With a flick of her hand, music filled the kitchen, and their bodies swayed to the rhythm that played through the radio. They swirled through the room, forgetting the stew that bubbled on the stove and the candles that were melting on the table. But they didn’t care. All they cared about was the fact that they were happy, they were healthy, and they were together. They filled a house with love and joy, and that seemed enough.

“Do you think there will ever be a way we could have kids?” Bea asked absentmindedly. “I know it couldn’t really happen naturally. But maybe adopting.”

“I don’t think that could happen, Bea,” (Y/N) sighed. “At least not us together or even as single women living together. The world isn’t ready for that, darling.”

“Oh, what a tragedy,” she sighed. “You would be a great mother.”

“As would you, Beatrice,” the witch smiled sadly. “Is that something you really want? Children, I mean.”

“Well, it had always been my dream to have a big family. Little ones running around, a home, someone to grow old with,” she admitted. “I just thought it was the normal way life would move toward.”

“But I can’t give you all of that, Bea,” (Y/N) sniffled. She stopped their swaying and rested her forehead against Bea’s, a thin stream of tears falling down her eyes. “I can’t give you everything you’ve dreamed of.”

“Well, darling, I don’t want any of that if it’s not with you,” she assured. “I am perfectly content with just having you for the rest of my life.”

“I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of, Beatrice. I don’t want you to settle just for love. What if, one day, you wake up and realize that love isn’t enough for you? That kids and marriage is what you wanted all along.”

Bea smiled warmly then, cradling (Y/N)’s face and wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. “And what makes you think that your love is not enough?” she cooed. “I would wait a thousand years if it meant I got to live my life with you. Children are never a sure thing. Even if I married a man, there is no certainty that I could fall pregnant. But, with you, I know there is love. That is certain, and that is what I need.”

She sealed her words with a chaste kiss to (Y/N)’s lips, slipping through her mouth all the love she felt for her best friend. It was a promise of a future together, a promise of forever. But how could they have known that forever would not have been long enough? That the end of their forever was just around the corner.

“Now, why don’t we sit and eat already?” Beatrice smiled.”I’m starving.”

“Alright then,” (Y/N) said. “Let’s eat, and cheers to forever then.”

“Cheers to forever.”

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Running in Circles | Chapter 10

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: mentions of death, religious trauma

Summary: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss, and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

A/N: a few days behind is better than a whole year 🫣 anywho very sentimental chapter ahead

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Winter had come at full force that December, and maybe that was the first sign of all that was to come. But for (Y/N), it only signified the anniversary of her mother’s death.

Just like she had done every year before, she had taken that day off, knowing her mind would be elsewhere, and her body would want to be there. Even if it fell on a weekend, she had to be sure that no calls would disturb the day. The monsters could wait one more day.

She looked herself over in the mirror. The turtleneck she had chosen felt particularly choking, her pants hung too low for comfort, and her mother’s necklace stood out too brightly against the dark clothing. Nothing was right. Nothing would ever be right. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders and sighed. That was as good as it would ever get.

She slipped her coat on before she left her house, and she wondered what her mother would have thought of her home. Would she have wanted her closer to the family home? Would she have liked the décor? Would she have poked fun at how messy the house could sometimes get, or would she not have cared at all? Those were answers she would never get. At least not from the one person that mattered the most.

Her father’s car was waiting outside for her, his face wearing a similar solemn look to the one she had. It was the same routine every year. He’d come to pick her up, they’d go to the cemetery, and when David would tell stories of Iris, she would listen. Because she had none to share of her own. She had no memories, no stories, nothing to know of her mother that was her own.

“Hey, dad,” she said as she jumped into the SUV. “It’s a cold one today.”

“It really is,” he chuckled softly “I brought you some coffee and a butter croissant. Something tells me you didn’t eat breakfast today.”

“You know me too well, dad,” she snickered, taking the warm cup between her hands to heat her freezing hands. “Did you eat already?”

“Had myself a bowl of oatmeal with berries and bananas like your mom used to like,” he replied. “Washed it all down with some coffee and came here.”

“That’s good,” she croaked, forcing a smile. “Were you able to get the flowers? My local shop was closed when I went by yesterday.”

“Yeah. I’ve got the bouquet back there,” he smiled. “Peonies, irises, roses, lilies, and baby’s breath. All the ones she liked.”

Every time her father said things like that, her heart broke just a little more. He didn’t know it. She would never say it. But the fact that he had lived a life with her mother when she didn’t even know what she sounded like hurt. It pained her to miss a person she never had a chance to remember.

“Do you know it was your mom that would call you little bird?”

“Did she?”

“She said you were always jumping around and fleeting from flower to flower when you were outside, just like a hummingbird would. That’s why she got that necklace made for you,” David chuckled at the memory. “Even when you were just a little baby, you always seemed to calm when you were with her in the garden.”

“Well, her garden has to be the best one in all of Virginia. Even to this day.”

“You have Emile to thank for that,” he laughed. “If it had been up to me, it would have died so many years ago.”

“And I guess I inherited your lack of a green thumb.”

“That you did, little birdie,” he said. “But you did inherit her good taste. For your third birthday, the last one with your mother –may God have her in his glory—you insisted on having a garden fairy party. Iris asked you what flowers you wanted everywhere, and you said peonies. Well, at the time, you called them peenies.”

“I… I don’t remember that,” she stammered. “I wish I did.”

“That’s okay, little bird. We have the pictures, and I’m sure there’s a VHS somewhere with the video. Just have to check in storage, which might take a bit more than it should.”

“It wouldn’t if you let me organize it, dad. I’ve told you many times that you need to set up a system so things don’t get lost in all the junk you still have from the olden days.”

“Hey! You learned a lot from those olden days,” he pouted. “Those olden days paid for everything we have.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not disorganized.”

By the time they had reached the cemetery, they were a mix of laughter and sadness, coupled with the most beautiful bouquet they’d brought to date. There was a thin blanket of snow covering the ground, a cold breeze whistling through the air. It was a horrible day to be out, but they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

(Y/N) was expecting the bad weather. And although her coat did nothing to warm her against the wind, she hugged it closer to her body. What she was not expecting was to find Hotchner and Jack waiting on a bench right in front of her mother’s grave.

“Aaron,” David called out with a smile that alerted the father and son to their presence. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Once they were near enough, Jack took off on a soft run toward the woman. “(Y/N)!” he called as he reached to hug her. “You said we could come, remember?”

“Of course I do, buddy,” she smiled softly. “I’m happy to see you.”

“This is your mom, right?” The boy led her to her mother’s tombstone by the hand. “Iris Jensen.”

“That’s right,” she said. (Y/N) knelt down and ran her hand across the picture of her mother, tears already building in her eyes. “This is my mom.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“She is, isn’t she?” (Y/N) chuckled as her body betrayed her. Tears fell down her eyes before she could stop them, warming her skin before turning freezing under the weather. Jack quickly reached into his jacket, pulled out a blue handkerchief, and handed it to her. “Thanks, kid.”

“Jack, why don’t you join me on the bench, and I can tell you about her?” David said. “I’ve got some great stories.”

“Is that okay, (Y/N)?”

“Of course, Jack,” she smiled. “Go ahead.”

As the kid ran to her father, Hotchner wrapped his arms around her. Normally, she would have grown flustered at the interaction, but at that moment, she needed the comfort. “You okay?” he asked quietly. “This must be so hard.”

“I don’t know why I’m like this,” she muttered. “It’s been years already. I barely even knew her.”

“She was still your mom, (Y/N). It’s only natural that you feel this way.”

“I don’t even remember what she sounds like,” the woman sniffled. “I don’t even know what kind of mom she would have been growing up.”

“I… I’m sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled softly as she let him go. She got on her knees and started cleaning the tombstone, removing all specs of snow regardless of how futile it may have been. “There’s not much to say.”

“All I know is that I wish I had met her.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Me too.”

Aaron left her by herself then, allowing her the space to tell her mother about the year that had passed. She told her about her cases, told her about her friends, and even told her about her ever-growing feelings for an unmentionable person. But, most of all, she told her about how much she missed her.

But it didn’t go over her head how she missed someone that much without really knowing who they were. She carried inside an emptiness that wasn’t easily filled, and as hard as her father tried, never would be. And David tried, in his own way. He had his own grief to carry, and she knew that. She knew he hurt and wished Iris was still with them. But he’d found solace in the time he had shared with her while (Y/N) yearned for even just a second more with her mom.

“I wish you were here, mom,” she cried as she stood. “I see videos of you, and I can’t tell if that’s what you really sounded like or if your voice is too distorted by the camera. I wish you’d had more time, mom.”

“You and me both, little birdie,” her father said as he joined her. “But she’s in God’s glory now.”

(Y/N)’s blood boiled at that moment. She had never been religious, much to her father’s dismay. More than just the deity not fitting into her scientific mind, she couldn’t believe in a god like her father did. Normally, she didn’t mind his religious interjections. They were a part of who he was, and she didn’t want to belittle his beliefs. But that day, something inside her couldn’t stand it. Much less when he started to mutter a prayer.

“I’ve asked you to please not pray aloud when we’re here, dad. Do you mind?”

“Honey…”

“No, dad. I really don’t want to listen to you talk about your god or ask to have mom in his infinite mercy. I don’t wanna hear about it!” Her tone came out harsher than she intended, but she couldn’t contain herself. Years and years of bottling up her feelings had her at her limit, and it was that moment that they had chosen to spill over. “Just, keep it in your head.”

“I don’t understand, (Y/N). You never minded before,” David muttered. “There was a time you used to believe in God. You even used to ask me to pray with you.”

“Jesus, dad, I did that for you.” As she exclaimed Hotch told Jack to wait for him in the car, that (Y/N) needed a moment to herself. Hesitantly, the boy followed his father’s instructions and walked the short trail to the van. All he could understand was that (Y/N) was upset. Once Jack was gone, she continued. “How could I ever believe in a god that took my mother away before I could even remember what my name sounded in her voice? I only went along with it because it seemed to make you happy, but I can’t anymore. I can’t listen to another word of how your god is merciful and how it was all his plan. He took my mother from me. How could I believe in a god that would take a mother from a child? All the memories I have of her are from behind a screen or moments lived by other people. I don’t remember anything about her that’s mine only, dad. You always tell me how you would love to have a second chance with my mom, and I didn’t even get one.”

(Y/N) crumbled to the ground once more and suddenly felt arms around her. Instantly, she knew who it was and found herself sinking into Hotch’s embrace. He tried his best to calm her, telling her that everything would be okay and that she wasn’t alone. She was normally the strong one. She was always the one who kept it all inside and helped others. But too many years of that had her shattered on the ground of the cemetery.

It took a few minutes for her sobs to finally subside, Hotch’s soothing circles on her arms working overtime to calm her down. They had ended up sitting on the cold ground, the snow slowly making its way through their clothes, but neither seemed to care. All that mattered was the comfort and the presence. Nothing else.

“You okay?” Hotch whispered as she finally seemed to calm. “Feeling better?”

“I don’t even know,” she chuckled weakly. “Your pants are dirty now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I have a washer,” he joked. “But how are you feeling? I know this must be a very overwhelming situation.”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling, honestly,” she sighed, sinking into the warmth of Hotchner. “It’s the first time I’ve ever blown up like that toward my dad, and I don’t know why I did. It’s been over twenty years that we’ve been coming here, and I’ve never acted like this.”

“I think it’s safe to assume you’ve been bottling up all these feelings for all that time. They were bound to come out one day or another.”

“Don’t profile me, Hotch,” she pouted. “But you’re right. I mean, he lost the woman he loved, and even though I lost my mom, I felt bad for him because he’s the one who had all the memories with her. I never wanted him to feel bad or guilty for the fact that I had to grow up without her. Still, every time he says something like her death was god’s plan or that he has her in her mercy, it just sets me off.”

“Have you ever thought that religion is the way that he copes with her death? Maybe thinking that she is in heaven or that it was her time is his way to come to terms with the fact that she is gone.”

“I guess a part of me does understand that. But there’s a side that doesn’t want to,” she sighed. “But I guess I have to apologize for the tantrum.”

“Your feelings are valid, (Y/N). It’s just the way you express them that could be hurtful to others. But your dad’s a big boy,” he chuckled softly. “He’s at the car with Jack. You ready to go over there?”

“As ready as I can be.”

Hotchner got up first, waiting with his hand extended until she needed it. And with another glance at the tombstone, she took the hand and stood up as well. The man walked beside her the entire time, his presence alone was enough to keep her grounded. As much as she wanted to break down and fall apart, she needed to keep it together.

“And she could spend days in her studio just painting, forgetting that hours passed. She would just lose herself painting and painting,” her father smiled as he talked to Jack. “She would have been there the entire day if I had let her.”

“Do you have any of her paintings still?”

“Of course! All over the house,” he chuckled. “Would you like to see them, Jack?”

“Yes! Can we, dad?” Jack asked as he noticed his father’s approaching figure. “I wanna see the paintings.”

“If it’s alright with Dave, then it’s alright with me.”

“Of course!” the man exclaimed. “The more the merrier. We’ll see you there.”

David and (Y/N) walked to the car in silence. Not saying a single word until they were inside. “I’m sorry, dad,” she finally muttered. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did. You don’t deserve that.”

“I’d say it was long overdue, kid,” he smiled softly. “You like to keep the peace and keep everything in. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before. You have nothing to apologize for, little bird.”

“But I do, dad. I shouldn’t have yelled at you regardless.”

“Your mother used to say that yelling is the way the soul speaks,” he said. “When you can no longer keep anything in, it comes out fast and unmeasured. Words come out with thorns and spikes. And much like a flower, they don’t mean to hurt you, but it is in their nature to protect themselves. It’s okay to let it out once in a while. Doesn’t matter how it hurts. If my beliefs hurt you, mia bella, all you have to do is tell me. I will try my best to keep it to a minimum.”

“And I will try to talk about how I’m feeling instead of yelling it,” she smiled, taking her father’s hand in hers. “I love you, dad. And I’m still sorry.”

“I love you too, little bird,” he beamed. “And you can make it up to me by helping with dessert tonight. We’re making your mom’s favorite.”

“Tiramisu,” they chorused.

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 16

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A/N: my brain broke trying to figure out the Sheriff Station's layout, and I'm still not sure how it works. I swear, continuity and timelines are Jeff Davis' downfall 🫠🫠

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The drive hadn’t been long, and it had been just what (Y/N) needed. After feeling like she was suffocating in the hospital, telling her uncle and cousin how sorry she was for their loss and if they needed anything just to ask her, she told her father she’d meet him back at the house and all but sprinted out of the building. The fluorescent lights had birthed a pounding headache into her head, the cries only working to see it further into her brain. She needed to get out before her lungs were soon to follow in the malfunction.

She killed the engine and the light of her motorcycle when she saw him waiting for her outside of the building, his arms already outstretched for the hug she desperately needed. “You okay?” he asked as she crashed into his body. “You don’t look so good.”

“I fucked up, Isaac,” she sighed into his chest. “And you don’t look good either.”

“Yeah, well, I just went through a gruesome transformation under the full moon,” he chuckled softly. “What’s your excuse?”

“My aunt just killed herself, and it was, in part, because of me.”

“Well, okay. You win.” He released her from his hold to find sorry strewn across the girl’s face. Dry tears cling to her skin in lines of grey and fresh ones threatened to spill from her reddened eyes. “Tell me what happened. Why do you think it’s your fault, (Y/N)?”

“The night of the rave, when Derek and I left to get Scott, we found my aunt Victoria slowly killing him with a vaporized version of wolfsbane,” she started. “I thought about fighting her for a second. I’ve been trained well enough that I could have possibly come out alive from that fight, but Derek told me to get Scott —make sure he was okay and, most importantly, not dead. They fought for a bit as I got Scott off the floor, and then, all of a sudden, she was gone. After that, when we were in the vet's office, he told me he bit her deep enough that she would turn on the next full moon.”

“Tonight,” Isaac affirmed. “I haven’t heard either of you do anything wrong yet, (Y/N).”

“A hunter being bitten or scratched deep enough to trigger the transformation is essentially receiving a death sentence,” (Y/N) explained, her voice trembling under the force of her worries. “Argent hunters don’t turn into werewolves, Isaac. They kill themselves before it can happen—that’s part of our code. And that’s what my aunt did tonight. My cousin lost her mother because I wasn’t strong enough to fight her.”

“Hey, that’s not your fault, (Y/N).”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” she exclaimed. “I had the chance to make things different, and I didn’t. How is that not my fault?”

“Let me ask you this, did you bite here?”

“Isaac…”

“Did you?”

“No,” she grumbled.

“Did you force her to go and kill Scott?”

“Of course not.”

“And did you kill her tonight?”

“No, but…”

“There are no buts,” Isaac affirmed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her out of her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, (Y/N). You were in the middle of a difficult situation and made a decision. That’s it. Just like Victoria decided to kill Scott, you decided to save him. And have you ever thought what would have happened if you had been the one to fight her? What if your training isn’t as good as you thought, and hers was better? Maybe there would have been two bodies in the morgue rather than one.”

“It’s just… seeing Allison and my uncle break down in front of me broke me, Isaac.” The breath she took stammered as the weight of the night fell on her shoulders. Guilt and sadness gripped her body, sinking their claws into her skin and digging themselves a home in her body. “And for some reason, Victoria protected me. She didn’t tell anyone that I had been in the room that night.”

“How did you know she didn’t?”

“Well, firstly, I doubt they would have allowed me to still be here,” she sighed. “And, somehow, I just know. Like I can feel it.”

“Then why are you still feeling guilty? You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

“And yet, Ali now doesn’t have a mother.”

“Because your family goes by really fucked up rules. I mean, sure, being a wolf isn’t all it’s chucked up to be, but it’s not enough to Jill yourself over,” Isaac retorted. “Whatever happened tonight was your aunt’s decision and hers alone. You saved someone she was killing. No one’s punishing you for that.”

(Y/N) dropped to the ground and crossed her legs under her, leaning her back against the concrete wall of the abandoned building. “Sometimes I just feel like every decision I make sets off a domino effect that I can’t control,” she said as Isaac sat beside her. “I’ve made some bad choices in my past that rippled into some pretty awful consequences, and it seems that things aren’t much different here. I just don’t want something worse to happen. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

“No one’s gotten hurt because of you, (Y/N). People make decisions. They make their own choices, and consequences follow. Whether good or bad, something will happen. And just because you are somehow involved in their lives doesn’t mean it’s your fault.” Isaac took her hand in his, running his thumb across her knuckles in a soothing manner. “You know, I found an anchor tonight. Something to tether me to my humanity during the full moon. I told Derek I used the thought of my father as my I don’t know anchor—the father he was before he became the thing of nightmares.”

“Why did you lie?”

He chuckled softly as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure if I told him the truth, he’d probably kill me,” he said. “It was you, (Y/N).”

“Me? Why me?”

“You’re the first person that ever saw me, (Y/N),” he smiled. “I mean, before you, I went through life just existing. I had no friends, I barely played in the team, and well, nothing at home was good. Without knowing me, you offered to help me with Chemistry and Math, and you even gave me some of your lunch—which you kept doing without giving it another thought. And the more time we spent together, the closer we got. I mean, you let me stay at your place, no questions asked, after my dad died. Even after I shifted and started acting like an ass, you still cared about me. I haven’t had that in a while.”

“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t had a friend in a very long time,” she chuckled. “But, honestly, I’m very glad that it’s you. Not that I have anything against anyone else, but there’s something about you, kid.”

“I’m only a year younger than you,” he laughed, bumping her with his shoulder. “But I am glad I met you, (Y/N). Beacon Hills would have never been the same without you.”

“Well, I’m glad my parents chose this to be our forever home,” the girl smiled as she hugged Isaac’s arm. “I don’t know what I would do without an Isaac Lahey in my life.”

“Thankfully, we don’t have to know,” he chuckled. “And not that I’m ungrateful or anything, but why are you here? I thought you’d be with Derek.”

“Well, not to make you feel bad, but he wasn’t picking up his phone,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I honestly thought he’d be here with you.”

“No, he left a little after tying me up. I thought he left to go see you.”

“He hasn’t even returned my calls,” the girl worried. She lifted her legs slightly and pulled out her phone from her pocket, confirming that Derek had not even texted back. With Isaac not knowing where he was either, worry built inside (Y/N). She chewed on her nails as she let the phone ring and ring, screaming out of frustration when he did not answer. “Something’s wrong. It has to be.”

“Don’t go there. Just keep trying his phone.”

She kept calling his number, getting missed call after missed call, until finally, the call went through. “Derek?” she exclaimed. “Are you okay?’

“Oh, this isn’t Derek,” a voice she sort of recognized answered. “He’s sort of unable to get to the phone right now. But the constant ringing was making me very irritated.”

“Matt? Why do you have Derek’s phone?”

“Well, he’s sort of my hostage.”

(Y/N) wanted to gasp, let fear take over her actions as she received information. But she couldn’t. Not if what she believed was true. “You’re the one controlling the Kanima,” she said. “You’re the one that’s been killing people. Why?”

“Ugh, I would hate to have to repeat the story,” he groaned. “Why don’t you come here, to the sheriff's station? We could all have a little chat.”

“Leave her out of this,” she heard Scott grumble through the phone. And if he was there, (Y/N) didn’t want to know who else he had taken hostage. “Don’t come, (Y/N).”

“Come on, Scott. The more the merrier,” Matt taunted. “Maybe you could bring your cousin here. I really need to talk to her. She broke my heart, you know.”

“What game are you playing, Matt? What do you get out of all of this?”

“Come here and find out.” She could see the devilish smile spreading across his face, his eyes roaming over everyone who was in the station. Scott was there, which could only mean that Stiles also was. With Matt came Jackson. And Derek. But she couldn’t help but feel there were more people there. “Say bye, everyone.”

“(Y/N), don…”

Derek’s strained voice was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead, the hang-up tone filling her ear. She scrambled to her feet as she pulled the keys of her bike from her pocket, hurrying toward her motorcycle as she spoke to Isaac. “Okay, you need to stay with Boyd and Erica, make sure you guys are safe and have a way to communicate,” she instructed, her mind running a million miles a minute. “You need to stay far away from the police station, but you need to make sure your phone is still on.”

“You’re not going there by yourself, (Y/N),” Isaac argued. “Erica and Boyd can hide. I’m going with you.”

“Absolutely not, Isaac. I’m the only one that can go. I’m immune.”

“But you’re not invincible. You still bleed and hurt like everyone else. You can get hurt.”

“And you can get paralyzed.” The rest of her words died in her throat as her phone vibrated with a text from her father. The hunters knew who was inside the station and they were going in for the attack with Allison leading the way. “Look,” she said, showing him her screen. “You need to stay hidden, Isaac. If you get in the way, Allison is sure to kill you. She’s on a rampage.”

“And what do you think will happen to you?”

“She doesn’t know I was there.”

“But she will know when you protect Derek. Even your dad told you to stay away.”

“Allison wouldn’t kill me.”

“How do you know?”

His words swam through her head, and, truthfully, she had no way of knowing if Allison would turn on her. She had seen firsthand how her cousin was fine with being passive-aggressive toward her, and she knew the sting of her words. But could she ever go as far as to hurt her? She had just lost her mother, and (Y/N) couldn’t have a single clue what was running through her head.

She could bide the words of Derek, Scott, and her father. They were worried, she knew that. But people’s lives were at stake, and she didn’t think she could just sit idly by. Especially not with Allison having an open season for Derek. If she could at least help him, she had to try.

“Think about it, (Y/N),” Isaac tried to reason one last time. “You have no idea what you’re walking into here. And you shouldn’t be going alone.”

“I have to help, Isaac. And you need to hide,” she restated. “If you guys need a place to lay low where no one will think you would be, lock yourselves in my room. The window is open, and no one would expect you to be there. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I promise I’ll be careful, okay? I just need to know that you’ll be safe.”

“Do you at least have a weapon on you? You’re sort of facing a lizard person and a killer, so I don’t think your fists are gonna be enough.”

With a grin on her face, she lifted the back of her shirt, exposing the gun that had been tucked away in the waist of her jeans. Then, she lifted the leg of her pants to show the knife holster on her ankle. “I never leave the house unprepared, Isaac,” she said. “And well, my dad gave me the gun before I left the hospital. Just in case. You do know there’s a lizard man running rampant around town.”

“Just be safe, (Y/N),” Isaac sighed as he wrapped her in a hug. “And let me know as soon as you’re out of the police station.”

“I will,” she assured. “Get to my house. Lock the door to my room. If Brody gets angsty just get him a treat from my bookcase. I’ll knock three times so you know it’s me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Stay safe, Lahey.”

“You too, Argent.”

(Y/N) sped as fast as she could toward the station, thankful that she had beaten the hunters there. Just not for too long.

As she killed the engine of her bike and hid it from view, black SUVs rolled into the parking lot. Hunters jumped out of the cars, guns strapped to their chests. Two of them rounded the building, probably to kill the power, while two more stood with Gerard, aiming at the station’s windows.

There were only two things (Y/N) could do. She could remain hidden and somehow sneak past the hunters and into the building, or she could pretend that she was meant to meet there with them. For some reason, she chose the latter.

“Ah, (Y/N),” Gerard was the first one to see her as she neared the group. “I’m glad to see you here. I assume Henry has brought you up to date.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m here.”

“And where were you? I assumed you would meet us at Chris’ home.”

“I was almost back home when dad texted. Figured I’d come here where I was needed.”

“A true Argent at heart,” he smiles. The way the corners of his mouth extended sent shivers down her spine, and she thought that maybe he knew everything that had happened. But there was no chance… right? Victoria wouldn’t have confided in him… right? Those were things she could not know. “Well then, you’re with us. I assume you have something other than yourself to protect you.”

“Of course,” she replied, pulling out her gun. “A hunter is always prepared.”

“Very good,” he chuckled proudly. “Now, we are going for Derek Hale. If anyone stands in our way… well, so be it. That’s Allison’s plan.”

“So be it,” (Y/N) chorused, swallowing the fear that threatened to strangle her. “I’m ready.”

“That’s good to hear.” Suddenly, the sound of electricity being killed filled the air. Gerard turned toward the pair of hunters and instructed them to start shooting the second the power inside turned off. They let their weapons run without caring who or what they were hitting, their one goal was intimidation and fear. "Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Let’s show them some love.”

At his instruction, the same hunters released gas bombs through the shattered windows, making it easier to conceal them as they walked inside. If innocent bystanders got hurt, then so be it. It was war, nothing else mattered.

“(Y/N) and I will walk in through the front first,” Henry said. “You three follow through the back. We have no idea who else is in there right now/”

“Okay,” Allison nodded. “Be careful.”

“Of course.”

“And Derek? He’s mine.”

The words made (Y/N)’s veins burn. Allison wasn’t there to defend anyone, or even coming in to save her own boyfriend and her friend. She was there for blood. (Y/N) could see it in her eyes.

She walked alongside her father as they snuck in through the dark back door, trying their best to keep silent, her hands extended before them as they cleared the area they walked through. Her chest heaved in anticipation, and nerves ran inside her like a rampage. There was no way to know what they were walking into, but she did know who she had to walk out with.

“You go get your friend,” her father whispered. “I’ll keep moving to the back exit to join them.”

“What if they figure you out, dad?”

“I’ve been doing this for far longer than you have,” he chuckled quietly. “You don’t have to worry about me, kid.”

With a soft smile and a nod, they walked into the fog. As soon as they were out of view, (Y/N) took the front position, blinking away the sting from the smoke. “Derek?” she called out as quietly as she could. “Derek, where are you?”

Doors slammed shut and broke right after, glass and wood bursting through the ground, and all (Y/N) could hope was that none of it was masking the sound of anyone getting hurt. Well… at least not anyone she cared about.

“Derek,” she continued to call as she cleared the reception area and the front offices, trying her hardest to see through the darkness and the cloudiness. “Please, where are you?”

“Over here,” she finally heard him croak out. “I’m here.”

She followed the sound of his voice until she found him trying to lift his body with a chair. He struggled under his own weight as his limbs came back alive slowly, too slowly. “Oh god, Derek,” she said as she ran to help him up. “Your leg is bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” he groaned slightly. “Do you have a knife?”

“Excuse me?”

“I need you to stab me.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“I already triggered the healing process in my body,” he said. “I just need something to make it work faster.”

Without giving it much thought, (Y/N) slid to her ankle and pulled out her knife. “Where?” she asked before Derek pointed to his leg. “Please don’t hate me.”

She drew her arm back and punched the blade onto his thigh, her cut joining the five smaller ones he had created. A growl left his body as she pulled out the knife, his face transforming and his eyes glowing red. He breathed heavily as he steadied himself, swallowing the pain from the stab as feeling returned to the rest of his body.

“We need to get you out of here,” she said. “My family is here to kill you tonight.”

“I can’t,” he said. “I’ve gotta get to the holding cells. “There’s people that need help.”

“If Allison finds you, she’ll shoot to kill, Derek,” (Y/N) stated. “Her mom killed herself tonight, and she knows it’s because you bit her. Allison blames you for Victoria’s death.”

“I’m not leaving until they’re safe,” he retorted. “And your cousin is the least of my worries.”

“Fine,” the girl relented. She knew there was no fight to be won. The faster they rescued whoever else was in there, the faster they could go. “Lead the way.”

He took off in a fast walk down hallways and doors, keeping an arm behind him to shield (Y/N). “I’ll go for Jackson. You go for Matt,” he whispered. “Maybe we have a chance that way.”

“Jackson can’t paralyze me.”

“But he sure as hell can hurt you. Or…”

“Okay,” she stopped him. “I’ll try and get Matt.”

As they neared the cells, she could hear Scott’s mother begging for her son’s life, and all Matt could do was chastise her for not knowing what her son was. But his words soon died in his throat as Derek growled menacingly.

For a second, she believed she had him. With her gun outstretched in front of her, she walked tentatively toward Matt. His eyes flickered from side to side until, finally, they stopped beside him. Out of the darkness, the Kanima appeared and sank his claws into her arm, sending her flying against the wall. The air got knocked out of her lungs, and pain shot through her entire back.

Derek grabbed Jackson and slammed him on the desk, the distraction allowing Matt to escape. But not without (Y/N) shooting his right shoulder. Or maybe his arm. Her vision had been blurry, but she knew she had at least grazed him. The groan that had left his mouth told her so. But (Y/N) couldn’t dwell on him any longer, by the time she’d be able to work up the strength to run, he’d be long gone. What she could do was help the people in the room she was in.

Wolf and Kanima battled as they each fought for dominance, but Jackson was just too strong and too fast. His body was too close to the cell, and the girl knew she couldn’t risk shooting him. One wrong move, and she’d hit Melissa or the sheriff. All she could do was fight him head-on and hope for the best.

She slipped the knife out of her ankle once more and rushed Jackson from the back, digging the knife just below his ribs and pulling up. But all that did was anger him more. With extended claws, he slapped her across the face, sending her barreling to the ground once more. The sting from her arm didn’t even compare to the sting on her face and the bounce her head did off the ground. It was stupid to fight him hand-to-hand, but she had to at least try.

An angry growl escaped Derek as he got off the floor and saw (Y/N) holding her head. Without thinking, he ran toward Jackson, with all the intent of knocking him like he had done to her. But he used the bars of the cell to lift his body and kick Derek straight to the chest and across the room.

Suddenly, as the Kanima hissed in Melissa’s face, Scott appeared and stuck his claws into the creature's ribs and pulled him off the bars. After being unhanded, Jackson slithered out the door, possibly in search of his fleeing master.

Derek jumped over the desk that kept her from (Y/N) and helped her up before signaling to follow him. They ran through the halls, but if there was any sign of Jackson before, it was gone. “Fuck!” the man grumbled. “He’s gone.”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I shouldn’t have gotten in the way. I…”

“Shh,” he interrupted.

“Derek, I…”

“There’s someone there.”

He pressed them flush against the wall, his arm draping protectively in front of her. They didn’t know who it was, but it wouldn’t take long to find out.

“What are you doing here?” Scott’s voice echoed down the hall. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“Trust me, I’m aware of that.”

Gerard. A gasp threatened to escape her mouth, and (Y/N) clamped her hands on top of her mouth to muffle any sound. The last thing she would have ever guessed was that Scott was working with her grandfather.

“I’ve done everything you asked for,” Scott continued. “I joined Derek’s pack, I’ve given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson…”

“And leave him to us,” Gerard interjected. He told Scott everything he wanted to hear but gave away just one crucial thing. He would be the one to handle Matt and Jackson. Not the hunters. Gerard. “Go!”

Scott ran past the pair, unaware they had heard everything. Derek’s face had fallen in shame, his entire demeanor dropping as he realized he’d been betrayed. But the defeat only lasted a second as his attention turned to (Y/N).

“Are you okay?” he asked as he looked her over. Blood dripped down her cheek and her arm, and some stained the hair on the back of her head. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. About all of this. I…”

“Not now, okay,” he said softly. “You need to get home. Clean those wounds up. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?”

“No, I feel fine,” (Y/N) grumbled. “Listen, Derek.”

“I need to get you home,” he continued, still interrupting everything she had to say. “You need to go.”

“What’s going on, Derek? Is it about what Scott said? I mean…”

“No. I just…,” he sighed, but the words seemed to die in his throat as he tried to get them out. “Let’s just get you home. Did you come here on your bike?”

“Yeah.”

“Give me the keys,” Derek said, extending his hand. “I’ll drive you home and come get my car after. Are your parents there?”

“My dad’s here, and my mom’s waiting at my uncle's house.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

(Y/N) followed without much fight. Her body was filled with exhaustion, and she barely had the energy to walk to her bike. But she couldn’t help the dread that slipped into her as she clung to Derek’s waist. He wasn’t just saddened by Scott’s actions. There was a fear inside him that ran deeper than betrayal, and it scared her to think that it had anything to do with her.

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